People say there are only two ways for you to truly, completely know a person – either you live with her or you travel with her. Sad to say, Patti has had to endure both with me. So, yes, she knows just about everything about me – how I like to study on the floor, how I like to listen to random Chinese songs, how I classify pointy black suede pumps as a necessity, how I like to bury myself under her comforter right after taking an exam in organic chemistry.
College life without you is unimaginable and I’m not even exaggerating. I know I’m not really good at sharing things with other people (read: only child syndrome), but you and I have shared a bunch of things, from thrifted clothes to 4-year-long happy crushes. Sorry for ditching you for sleep during our study sessions because, let’s face it, my empty bed is more appealing than you and another cup of coffee from McDo. Thank you for making me feel like I’m not the only one with “one of those nights” wherein I send emo quotes to everybody just because I’m feeling particularly lonely. Then, you reply that you know exactly what I’m talking about and that you’re having exactly that kind of night, too.
Thank you for not abandoning me despite my moodiness, impatience and selfishness. Seriously, how do you manage to survive with me? It must take an enormous amount of patience and self-control because if I met another person who has the exact same personality as me, I know for a fact that it would be a nightmare. And, sorry, but I’m not willing to change those things about myself, haha. After all, isn’t that what friends are for? To accept you in your entirety, flaws and all. Besides, I’ve done a hell of a good job in accepting your weaknesses – your willingness to be the other woman, your inability to move on, and above all, your poor taste in men.
Now that just about all the fluff and cheese has been extracted out of me, I can get on to the real purpose of this post. And, that is to greet you a…
P.S. I was able to dig up a couple of our high school pictures, but I decided not to post them here because, frankly, it would be outright embarrassing for both of us.
P.P.S. See you in med school (?!?!) !