To the bearded Viking whom I hold dearly,

You’re someone incredibly special to me—from your outlook on life to how you put my anxious, rattled mind at ease, to sitting on the floor and watching Rick and Morty for the third time. There’s so much to say: it’s hard to believe a year can fully change a person, but after meeting you, I believe it’s possible.

When we met, I perceived you as this giant prick—granted; I was right—yet somehow, despite that initial judgment, we worked on one assignment and just clicked. From that one fateful Humanities class and onward, I was the Ginny Weasley to your Harry Potter, the Morty to your Rick. You saw something in me and decided to grow that one side of me, whilst trying to fix the rest of the puzzle pieces that made up me.

However, you were firm in your convictions. You never let me whine for long, forcing me to think outside the box, to become capable of an original thought and have the evidence to back it up. We’ve had our spats on how you may exactly go about helping me, which baffled many and concerned onlookers. “Abuse” they called it, yet I never saw it that way. We were two exact opposites, you and I—me, being extremely sensitive and you being the hardened rock—we somehow just meshed mentally, and from there, our friendship could only grow.

Granted, I’ll always worry about whether or not we’re actually “friends”, you’d always rebuttal with that we are friends, and ease the anxiety, and reinstate the healthy coping mechanisms you taught me—from meditation to mental “apartments”, I feel as though I’ve come a long way in terms of my anxiety.

Now, here’s my question to you, bearded Goliath: As much as you’ve helped me, how have I helped you? Despite helping out with papers and the like when classes demanded them and being good company I strive to be as helpful as you are, as “awake” as you are, and to become more than just what society claims we should be.

Answer it however you’d like, I’ve never had a problem asking you about your way of thinking, homie. You’re the Rick to my Morty after all, I don’t know where I’d be sometimes, if I didn’t meet you. Thinking on that, I assume I’d be unaware of the world around me and opening my mind to the universe and its effects.

Thank you for all that you do,

Sincerely,

Your Morty, your best friend,

Amber