A Letter To My Psychic-Psycho

A Letter To My Psychic-Psycho

Thank you for being my mind reader when I need it most
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This week, there hasn't been a quick answer to my question of "What am I going to write?" Usually, it comes to me immediately. I sit down and spew out a few hundred words of my thoughts. These past few days, however, I’ve been debating. Do I write about midterms? No. Then I decided I should write about a person. And, at that moment, the idea came to me. This person needs a little appreciation right now, and I think it’s about time I publicly announce my love for her.

Cameron Leigh Bell,

(Ron, preferably)

I honestly don’t know where to begin.

We have the same damn middle name for God's sake; we’re clearly meant to be. You came into my world around the most uncomfortable stage of my preteen life, and we instantly morphed into criminals together. The trouble the two of us would get ourselves into must be hidden away in a lock and safe until the end of eternity. (I won’t tell if you won’t.)

Don’t you worry, though -- I still have my laptop with all of the videos we used to take. We surely gave our parents a run for their money. Your insanity matches mine; the way in which we can relate to one another is unlike anything else. Your ability to bring out my crazy/weird side is such a unique trait. There is no one else on this planet who has seen me in my most compromised state. You make others feel this immediate sense of comfort once you meet them and it is incredibly inspiring. You are such a great contrast to my loud personality. You calm me in a way that others can’t. You also aren’t afraid to put me in my place when things get too far between Drewby and I. You snap me into shape. I appreciate your honesty more than you know. Whether it be about the “ugly” clothing I choose to wear or my ability to take life too far, you are always there to set me straight.

And, the most important thing of all:

You are my superhero. You are the strongest, most incredible human being I have ever met in my life. From the writers of "This Is Us," “you took the sourest lemon that life has to offer and turned it into something resembling lemonade.” You keep pushing forward every single day, thriving. Although you have been hit hard, harder than anyone could ever deserve, you still have this spark in you that is undeniable. I cannot even begin to imagine going through what you have had to endure. I can honestly say that for once, I am at a loss for words. You blow me away with everything you do. You have accomplished so much in such a little amount of time.

I consider myself an honorary Bell, especially since I named your dog, Luna. You are also clearly an additional Friedman. I mean, who else would wake up mid-nap and drive twenty minutes JUST to get back in bed and snuggle with me? I hope you look in the mirror and understand how utterly remarkable you are.

I miss you, woman, very much so. I may be a bit selfish wishing you were back in Cleveland talking to me on the regular, but I am so happy that you are in New Orleans blowing the entire population away.

Thank you for being the best “significant other” a girl could ask for in this screwed up world of ours. THANK YOU for being the sugar to my lemons (and vice versa).

I love love love you. More than these words could ever express.

Cover Image Credit: Sydney Friedman

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How To Cope With A Best Friend Breakup


Breaking up with a boyfriend is one thing, but breaking up with your best friend is a whole new level of heartbreak.

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We all know breakups can be tough, but when that breakup happens to be between you and your best friend, things reach a new level of heartbreak. I met my best friend junior year of high school after our Spanish teacher randomly assigned us to be partners; we struggled so much in that class but in the end, we truly became inseparable. When senior year rolled around we were still close as ever; people would often joke that we were sisters because we looked and acted so much alike. We would go on little dates together, go to parties together, and were always the first person we called when something "major happened."

When my best friend's boyfriend of four years cheated on her while we were spring breaking in Europe, it became my duty to make her feel better; I would randomly drop off flowers and little notes to her house, spend countless hours just listening to her cry and vent, and even stopped talking to people associated with her boyfriend so as to show my "support." All of these things were no big deal to me considering I loved this girl like a sister; whatever she needed I was there to give that to her.

Things soon took a sharp turn when we entered not only the same college but the same sorority. While I was struggling with the social aspect of FSU, my best friend soon found new best friends. When I started having major issues with my boyfriend, I would automatically text/call my best friend as she did with me, but instead of support, I got the sense that she was passive and uninterested. Our little dates and goofy inside jokes disappeared and reappeared between her and her new friends, and my comfortableness around her soon turned into insecurity.

Coming to terms with the fact that the girl I knew everything about is now basically a stranger was a hard one to overcome; I didn't want to accept the fact that my best friend decided it was time to find new ones. It's heartbreaking knowing that the special things you shared with a person are now being shared with others, and it's hard to accept the fact that you aren't wanted or needed by the one person you thought would be by your side forever.

Since school has ended I think I have accepted the fact that we're no longer what we used to be. Of course, it still stings when I see social media posts with her new, college friends, but I just have to remind myself that this is part of life and I just have to move on. I will forever cherish the memories I made with her, but it's time to acknowledge that they were made with someone in my past, not with someone in my present.

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