I decided to rush a sorority two days before recruitment week began which happened to be the same day I realized I wanted to. I hadn't put much, or any, thought into the idea because all I could think about was the need to meet new potential lifelong friends and bridesmaids in my future wedding, thinking this was the best way to accomplish it. Days after we ran home, my newly found friends were already anxiously talking about who they wanted to be their Big. For me, I was completely uneducated on sorority life, and embarrassingly enough was unsure what a "Big" even was. But I quickly realized I could confidently answer the question, "Who can you see being your big?" When the day of Big and Little Reveal had come, I was genuinely happy and slightly obsessed with my Big. She was what a lost and scared little freshman needed. She was the friend I needed.

Flash forward about a year, the time when most of my other friendships would begin to dissolve, she was still my Big and the friend I needed. Over the summer, though, I made the decision to drop our sorority and I thought that meant I lost her too, especially after she dropped two days after. I didn't though, and I still haven't. Which means everything to me. The friend I needed wasn't just one that was assigned to me or forced to tolerate me. She actually, genuinely cares and that is something I struggled with in other friendships. Now that we're both "drop outs", the authenticity of still being Big and Little has been questioned and mocked. Whether jokingly or with all seriousness, I am here to prove we're still a thing and that we're potentially better than ever.

So Biggie, I want to thank you for being exactly you: sweet, beautiful, and that friend I needed. Your friendship means everything to me, even though I almost never pick up your phone calls (or texts, or snapchats, etc.) I love you and I appreciate you're still my Big. Big and Little forever, am I right?