I'll be honest (I know you'll laugh when I say this), but I was intimidated by you the first time we met. You seemed so confident and put together. You spoke eloquently in class, something I wished I could do at the time.

Freshman year you meet a lot of people. They say that people come and go. This is true in most cases, but not in ours. You have been there since fall semester freshman year, almost two years ago. So much has changed since then, but we are still friends. It feels like I've known you before I knew myself. We met when I was a timid, nervous freshman, away from home and worried about everything from doing laundry the right way to finding that class in the library basement. Freshman year is strange in the way that most people latch onto the first friends they make and then find out those aren't the right friends for them. I'm still amazed that I've kept in touch with as many people I met during freshman year as I have, but I think part of it is that I always tried to invest in several different relationships so that I didn't isolate myself. I also had the extra aspect of being my own roommate (And no, I did not request the single. It was just given to me.)

I remember that first conversation we had, after one of the Intro to Architecture lectures. I had just added the class and recognized your face from another class we had together. I walked up to you as you were packing up your books and introduced myself, saying I thought we had another class together. From that point on, we became friends, even though I had very little interest in architecture and you find it fascinating.

I think part of the reason that we are such good friends is that we are similar and different. We both put school before everything else and love Broadway shows. But at the same time, we are very different. We like different kinds of books and have different styles. I chose to rush a sorority sophomore year, which was something you had no interest in. That would have torn some friends apart, but you were supportive of my decision. You knew that it was something I wanted to do and that made me happy, so you were happy for me. You didn't put me down or make any kind of judgement about Greek life. You were genuinely excited for me and listened as I told you about the rush event the night before and the s'mores in a jar. I am thankful for that, and so many other things.

Thank you for checking in on me when times are tough. I am so grateful to have such a supportive and caring friend.

Thank you for celebrating with me during the happy times and supporting there me during the hard ones.

Thank you for listening. I never have to retell stories, because you knew me when they happened and you remember nearly everything.

Thank you for the movie nights. I needed them.

And finally, thank you for just being there; for not judging the mistakes I made, even though you might not have understood them at the time. I am so lucky to have a friend like you. <3