To the sister I can't live without,
If you had asked me three years ago, I would have been actively opposed to the idea of us attending the same college. It was the last thing I wanted to happen. It wasn’t that I hated you or that I was harboring a secret grudge for all the times you’d wear my clothes; I just thought that college should be something that I did by myself. I felt like after eighteen years of living together it was time to see the world and try out some new roommates. But now, I can honestly say that I am so pleased that you followed me here, against my will, and proved me wrong about everything I thought I wanted.
College with you is great. It’s like the best kind of booty call. I don’t get nervous about calling at any and all hours of the night because I know that you’ll always come. We don’t have any of that playing-hard-to-get-because-I-am-cool-and-have-better-options nonsense. It’s the best when you bring gifts, like snacks and gossip, but just your presence is really quite nice. Truly, there is no better Netflix and Chill snuggle buddy than you.
But in all seriousness, my favorite part is actually learning about you. Even though we are sisters and have been for some time now, I feel as if we never really became friends, until now. It’s funny, college is supposed to be about finding yourself. But I think for me, so much of that has been about getting to know you. You’re my other half, the yin to my yang, the guacamole to my chips, the peanut butter to my jelly (inside joke – we’re both deathly allergic to peanuts), and my (college) life would be so much less colorful if you weren’t in it.
Love,
Your very grateful sister.
