These past three months, there has been very little need to write letters, seeing as we were only a few meters away, finishing high school forever. Therefore, I feel no embarrassment in the fact that you did not reply to me.
After five long, stressful years, containing too many arguments about; how messy you are when sharing a room, and way too many printing jobs I did for you, and all the coffees/treaties you bribed me in order to go down to the local corner store, its all over.
While not having to physically climb into your dorm, will be a relief, and the pain it must cause you of my misplaced commas will be slightly turned into joy that I have messaged you (hopefully), it won’t be the same.
You have been an instrumental part in not only my sanity at boarding school and in the library, but a creative outlet, a person I could vent my frustrations about the latest book, my love for the latest film, a line
from a Mindy Kaling creation (which you would have already read/seen and there would be a very high chance that I had quoted it wrong). There is also a high possibility that I would not be where I am, professionally without your guidance, and world-opener (yes, I made up that word, stop judging me). For all this, I shall never be able to repay my gratitude.