As a writer, I struggle with writer’s block on a regular basis. I have a tendency to narrate my life as if I were Carrie Bradshaw, but for some reason, when it finally comes time for me to put pen to paper, I’m at a total loss for words. However, everyone who has an ounce of creativity requires inspiration. Truth be known, I’m rather boring. I prefer the comfort of my own bed over the lively streets of Northgate on a Saturday night, but that’s just who I am. I’m a homebody. It is because of this that I am able to appreciate the simplest of things... like my friends.

Dear Friend,

The relationships made within the first few months aren't always guaranteed to last, but that's okay. Unlike high school, I'm in no hurry to climb the social ladder. I don't have to fake a smile and pretend to be interested in the same things you're interested in. If I carve out time to go to lunch from the countless exams and copious amounts of homework, it's because I genuinely want to see your beautiful face across the table from me. Thank you for being so patient and understanding of my crazy schedule. You care for me as though we've known each other for years as opposed to just nine months. Your efforts do not go unnoticed; I know how hard it can be to maintain a respectable GPA while building a resume with five extracurricular activities, yet you somehow manage to be there for me whenever and wherever. My mind is at ease knowing that I'm never seen as an inconvenience.

It's crazy to think this is only the beginning. By most standards, we shouldn't be considered best buddies; people say we have yet to lose the excitement of gaining a new friend, but something is telling me that's not all there is to it. I know you far better than any of my other friends who I just so happened to have grown up with. We've already planned our weddings and decided to be each other's maid of honor, so I'd say it's pretty serious. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me and I can't wait to see what the future holds!