I used to think that Holly Golightly was being over dramatic when she spoke of her love for Tiffany's and how the store was her sanctuary. How could someone possibly love a store that much? She had to be exaggerating; she was Holly Golightly after all. I did not believe Holly Golightly, until I walked into a Victoria's Secret for the first time.

I was 14 and at the mall with my friends on a Friday night after seeing a movie (that I am certain involved an innocent high school girl falling in love with a vampire that was more than 100 years old, which we did not find creepy at all #TeamJacob). Instead of going home and talking about the movie together on AIM like we did in middle school, we matured and decided to do some shopping, like the super cool high schoolers we were.

I technically wasn't allowed to shop at Victoria's Secret because my parents didn't believe I was old enough, but after watching Bella Swan get away with making out with an old man that technically wasn't human in her room while her police officer dad was downstairs, I felt rebellious.

I walked into the store and realized Holly Golightly was not crazy after all. What would later be coined as "basic" was what I became that day. I had pretty pink grapefruit-scented sparkles flooding in my brain; everything was so soft and pretty. From the bras, to the panties and to the PINK sweatpants. Everything was beautiful, and I wanted it all. It was what I assumed Disney World felt like to 7-year-olds (I've never been to Disney World), and I fell in love.

I was 16 when I was finally allowed to shop at Victoria's Secret, and it became my obsession. I refused to wear any bra or pair of yoga pants from anywhere else; I refused to betray my beloved Victoria. I refused to be a traitor; my parents taught me better than that. I'm a Hufflepuff; I'm loyal.

To this day, I am proud to admit that I am a full-fledged Victoria's Secret addict. As a matter of fact, it is safe to say that my love has grown. Although my bank account seems to shrink every time I visit the store and website, which I have come to realize some consider unhealthy, I call it a token of my true love.

I dream of going to the store and realizing my Secret Reward Card is worth $500 (mine was $50 the other day, which was pretty bomb), and seven/$27.50 specials at PINK were every day instead of special occasions. The fashion show is one of the best parts of the holiday season. I follow every VS model on Instagram and was a little too excited when I found out Behati Prinsloo #queen was pregnant. I wish the VS and PINK stores at the outdoor mall back home were connected so I wouldn't have to take two trips, but I wouldn't take two trips (in the freezing cold, snow, or rain) for any other store.

Victoria, you are my Tiffany.

Love,

Me, and most of the female millennial population

P.S. If PINK could add an NHL line that would be super rad.