We all have those friends we meet one day and the rest is history. They are some of the best friends we've ever had, and couldn't live without.

I met my lovely BFF in a very close friend's dorm room on one of the first nights after moving into college freshman year. The four of us in the room were all hanging around anxious and excited for our first days of classes to begin, and suddenly there she was with her roommate, standing in our doorway, asking if they could come hang out. They wrote on my friend's whiteboard, just like all the rest of us were doing, simply trying to make as many friends as possible. We invited them in, and so it began.

She slowly joined our small little friend group, and soon the five of us were constantly together. Whether it was shopping in Providence or going star tipping (if you haven't tried it you really should) we were all inseparable. I don't know how it happened, but the two of us suddenly got super close.

I could tell her everything and I'd never be judged for it. I saw a guy I probably shouldn't have? She wasn't going to sit there and lecture me about why it was wrong and how ashamed I should feel. She ate my stories up, and fed me ever better ones as we gossiped over strawberry smoothies.

She was there for me throughout all of the lows and highs of my freshman year. She watched me sob my eyes out over fights with people I thought I could trust, or over my epic failure in a class. She helped me through a lot of my issues with overthinking and anxiety, because she's been through it and knows exactly how to calm me down and tell me I'm going to be fine, this is just a bad night, not a bad day.

She is one of the wisest people I've ever met. Her advice has helped me through so much, and I should probably try listening to it more often. She always knows the right thing to say, no matter what the situation is.

She knows me better than I know myself, and accepts me for the weirdo that I am. She's become such an important part of my life, and I don't know how I could ever function without her in it.

We conquered the hardest year of our lives side by side. Freshman year was not a piece of cake, we both had our trials, and lots of them. From her crazy roommates and my constant issues in general to classes designed to fail us, we were fighting to keep our heads above water all year.

We were stuck on the elliptical, and the only way to go was up, until things started to get easier, we adjusted to life away from home, and our university, in turn, became home. Going down the hill wasn't as glamorous as you'd think, but it was far better than how things were before.

I will always send you my ugliest selfies, as long as you send me yours. Living together is what we have always dreamed of, and this year it's going to happen. This is going to be our time, our year, and we're going to do it together.

I love you more than words can say, and I know the second we're finally united on September 4th, it's going to be as if we never left. Sophomore year, here we come!

xoxo,

Bri Bri