Who would have guessed that the tall, blonde haired, blue eyed girl from Baton Rouge, Louisiana would become the best friend of the short, dark haired, brown eyed girl from Cambridge, Massachusetts? I certainly would not have. I remember the first time we met at the beginning of our freshman year. You entered your room, bags in hand, with a giant smile on your face and an enthusiastically bubbly introduction. I didn’t think we could be any more different besides the fact that we looked different, came from different places, and you were over the top excited while I was internally freaking out with nervousness. On the surface, we seemed to be on the opposite ends of the spectrum. Little did we know how close we would become.
Just within the first couple months of school we got to know each other in ways we could never have predicted and in such a short amount of time. From me sitting in my chair at my desk and you on the floor having our first heart-to-heart (while eating and finishing a box of Cheez-Its), to that time in the LBC bathroom (enough said). From thinking I was a crazy party animal after one of the first weekends at school to thinking I was a shopaholic (which I am) after encouraging you to splurge on our now twin bags. These are just a few of the many memorable times we have spent together.
After having a not-so-great experience in high school, I had very high expectations for college, but I never expected to find my best friend during my first year. I never expected to find my partner in crime, my “other-half”, my person. Sometimes, actually a lot of the time, I think you know me better than I know myself. To find someone like that is truly special and sometimes rare. I cannot even begin to thank you for being a part of my life. My freshman year of college really would not have been survivable without you.
You were there for me through all of my love life ups and downs, whether that was holding me while I cried and convincing me I deserve better or helping me pick out an outfit and waiting for me to come home from a date, ready to hear all of the details. You were there for me all of the times I was stressed out about school, and you made sure I took a deep breath to calm myself down and assured me that everything would be ok. You were always one of the first faces I would see in the morning and one of the last I would see at night. You stayed with me during my graveyard shifts, you “studied” with me for hours in study rooms, you ate obscene amounts of food with me, you made me laugh when no one else could, and you always knew when something was wrong without me having to say anything and even when I denied it. These are just a few of the things that you have done for me. Words will never be able to express how grateful I am for you.
Words will never be able to express how much I miss you when you aren’t around. I miss all of the times we ate our way through NOLA. I miss all of the times you peeked into my room to see if I was there or awake. I miss our Facetime calls even when we were only separated by a wall. I miss our fun, goofy, craziness together. Even though we live hundreds of miles apart, even though we may not talk every day, even though we will not be living together next year, you will always be my girl.
