One month ago today...

my bestie left for California. She wasn't just any bestie, she was the bestie that I hung out with at least 3 times a week during the day. The bestie that a perfect day consisted of going to her house in sweats and sitting there watching her photoshop pictures. The bestie that I could always count on to go along with my crazy girls night out ideas. The bestie I took with me to the mall cause I knew she would tell me which jeans my butt looked best in! The bestie who my sister told things to that I didn't even know about. The bestie who could make me smile no matter what kind of mood I was in. The bestie who did the best dance imaginable in my kitchen when she was like 8 months pregnant and in her 80's clothes. The bestie who wanted to go to Carl's Jr. of all places for her birthday dinner. The bestie who shared all of her best secrets in any and every area. The bestie who was so unselfish with her time and her talents that I was constantly amazed. The bestie that I couldn't help pack when she was moving cause it was against everything that I believe in as a friend. The bestie who I'm pretty sure won't ever be able to be replaced. I'm totally not ok with her being gone. I'm happy for her and Jason. I'm happy that she is closer to her family, but I'm totally not ok with her being gone.
Come back friend....I need you here.
I've been mad at all the places we used to go together. I've been completely anti-social. I haven't even thought about touching my camera. I've organized all my dang closets to keep my mind off of you leaving. It's not getting any easier.
I miss you!!!
I love you!!!

Now where's my dang tissue?