The day I held my bid in my hand, I immediately started thinking about who my Big would be. I had this image of me and her. We would be inseparable, absolute best friends and soul mates. From the minute we were matched, we were supposed to be so similar and just understand each other so well that we would never want to be apart. She was supposed to be my absolute number one, the girl I wanted more than anyone else, the girl everyone knew would be my Big. That’s what I thought happened, what everyone got, because that’s what social media and even my friends who had rushed before me made it seem like.

So, here we are Big-Little reveal night, and I knew who my Big was going be. We got along great. We had tons of similar interests, and we had been friends since my bid day. It was meant to be. Then I turned around, and it wasn’t her.

Behind me, as my new Big, was a girl I barely knew, one I didn’t really remember from anything of the past few weeks. My only real memory of her was her saying her favorite after school activity was something I wouldn't be caught dead doing. How could she be my Big? But I went through with a smile on my face, I took all the Big-Little pictures, I told her I already loved her, and told myself that we would figure it out. As the night went on, I started to believe less and less that this would work. We were so different, in ways I can't even describe. One-hundred percent opposite ends of the spectrum, different.

A huge part of me thought, it's fine. I just won't have a relationship with my Big. I started to learn that a lot of people aren't super close to their Bigs, and they still loved their sorority. But then I decided to try. I could make this work. It was just going to take a little effort. So, I took every opportunity to hang out with her from lunch dates to pregames. We always took pictures, and I started to open up to her about everything in my life from boys to family to even some of my insecurities about us as Big and Little.

And suddenly, that image I had of the soulmate Big and Little pair, started to come true. She became the person I called when I needed a wine night, the one I had to talk to about stupid drama and the one who Facetimed me every day during the summer. The match no one understood became one of the best Big-Little pairs of my pledge class. And the girl I was convinced would be my Big remained as one of my closest friends.

So I guess the moral of the story is don’t get all sad if your Big isn’t perfect from the start. Somewhere, somehow the fates aligned and put you together for a reason. Maybe you two won't be best friends, but there's a reason for you two to be Big and Little. Find it. It will make you a much happier person, and you might even find your soulmate in the process.