To a pretty groovy gal pal,
Last Monday, I was reflecting on how physical and emotionally challenging this semester has been and will continue to be. It was about 1:00 a.m. when I realized that I needed to pull an all-nighter if I wanted to finish everything, and a huge part of me wanted to cry and let it all go. When you decided that you would be awake until 3:00, I suddenly found a second wind that I thought had died.
This past year has shown me that people need to hear that they are appreciated, valued, and loved. So few people hear it as often as they should, and with the week we had, it made me realize how grateful I am that you are not just my roommate, but one of my best friends. It triggered my typical response: write about it.
I’m a rather emotional person. I choose not to show it, for very few people in my life have valued the contents of my mind. When I say that I am grateful, it doesn’t quite cover everything that I feel, so I will provide examples to spice up the image.
I never talk about how my grandpa’s death affected me. Never. I write about it. Cry about it. Question it. You are the only person who knows how I felt and feel, and I cannot express how grateful I am for that. For once I do not feel alone—that someone really understands what the loss feels like.
Very few people can make me laugh: you are one of them. I am sure you can tell when I bust out my fake laugh because it I am terrible at making it sound natural. The number of times I have truly laughed this semester still blows me away, and I know that it is the reason I was able to finish out the first half of the semester.
I could list off everything that you bring to my life, but in the end, it culminates into one phrase: you let me be myself. I can’t describe what type of person I am—that concept is lost on me—but I do know that you would never judge me for any decision that I make, for any opinion that I have, or for my addiction to frozen macaroni & cheese. You know more about me than anyone, and I would be lying if I said that it didn’t frighten me a tad. I wouldn’t change it, though. Not in the slightest.
Thank you for being you. I’m not quite sure where I would be if you weren’t.
Love,
Margarita
