Dear Little,
As you know, I'm not a sappy emotional person. Honestly, I never have been and probably never will be, but the thought of you getting a little has me feeling some sort of way. I know that there are tons of these letters online, but none of them are mine, so here we go.
We clicked from the start. I'm not sure how we got on the topic of "The Real World" and "The Challenge" but I was impressed that you had the same faves as me and the fact that we spent over an hour talking about eclectic cast of a MTV show. It was the first night I really spoke to any of the new members aside from bid day and I knew I wanted to get to know you more.
We spent the next few days just texting about anything and everything and then we finally were allowed to start asking girls on girl dates. You were the first person I asked. You were the only girl I went on multiple dates with, you're the only one who went on a date with me and my big. Secretly I knew from the start that you were going to be my little.
Right from the start, you've been with me through thick and thin. If I need to vent to someone, you're one of my go to people. If I need a shoulder to cry on, you're there, and I'm there for you. There's something special about that.
Spending ten years at camp, I knew what it was like to have a sister, and having you as my little blows what I thought out of the water.
For as different as two people can be, we're awfully similar. You're always ready to either have a girls night in or out, go to the movies, and go out to dinner all the time even though we both have spent too much money that week (and then finish the night with ice cream too). We even dislike the same people, although some might think that's bad, at least we'll always be on the same page.
A part of me wasn't ready last year to get a little. I was excited, but it was weird. I felt like I had just gotten my big and I didn't feel prepared even though there's really no way to prepare. Any nerves I had dissipated when the blanket dropped and you saw I was your big. A part of me feels the same now, maybe that's just because I'm a junior coming to terms with the fact that I'm irrelevant and only have a year left here after this one. However, I know that who ever is the lucky one who is going to join us will fit in perfectly and that there's nothing to worry about.
It's crazy that it's only been a year because it feels like you've been by my side for more than that. In the past year alone we've tackled two surgeries together, watched more reality tv than we probably should admit, and have eaten our way through Newark, Delaware.
Thank you for being my best friend, my sister, and my little.
