Every girl dreams that someday they'll find "the one." The one who will put them first. The one who will do anything to make her happy. The one who she can't stand being separated from. Frankly, the one who will truly care about her and her well-being. This is my "fairy-tale" story, but not the kind you think it is. This is not some epic romance story; but it is a tale of friendship destined to last a lifetime.
During my first semester of college, I had a close group of friends with whom I did everything. However, things got awkward quickly once everyone started to sort of "couple up" except for me and one other girl, Iris (I think you have an idea of where this is going now). Naturally, Iris and I began spending more and more time together as the semester progressed; so it wasn't long before we realized how much we adored each other.
I distinctly remember our first leisure drive. We talked about our insecurities and assured each other that those insecurities aren't necessary. After a while, we began to acquire a sense of self worth, which led to the conclusion that we deserve to be treated like gold. That's when we came up with the idea that would eventually shape our college social life. We decided to basically be a platonic couple. We hold hands, cuddle, give each other infinite compliments, use pet names, and go on super fun dates (we even dress up for one another). It's all the benefits of having a boyfriend without all the drama that accompanies a relationship.
Our "relationship" has a similar natural progression to that of actual relationships. We said "I love you," I "popped the question," we got "married," and we eventually moved in together as roommates. As roommates, we did almost everything together: eating, sleeping, grocery shopping, homework, walking to class, etc. When I left this semester for medical reasons, she was one of the most difficult people to whom I had to say goodbye. Once I got home, I felt very alone; and it took me forever to realize why I felt that way. It was because I was lacking my "partner in crime," as the dining hall employees call us. They even get confused if one of us shows up without the other.
I guess what I'm trying to say--using this long anecdote--is that being single is not the end of the world, especially when you have a best friend like Iris. So Iris, my love, if you are reading this, I'd like to say thank you for everything you do for me, and I love you. Our friendship is forever inked on my heart and I know it will last a lifetime.
