I have been reflecting and reminiscing on my friendships through the years and just wanted to share how much I love my two best friends for a little post-galentine’s post.
Friendships have always been a struggle for me, especially ones with girls. I’m not really sure why other than maybe my crippling insecurity and social awkwardness. Whatever the reason, it didn’t start out this way.
I made my first friend at just 5 years old. When I walked into my kindergarten class, I was very nervous. I remember being told to walk over to the reading area, which consisted of one bookshelf and one of those rugs that had roads twisting and curving all across it. I stood in the middle of the rug as the other students joined me, and then a little girl with short blonde pigtails walked right up to me. She stuck out her hand, and said, “Hi, I’m Ashley. Do you want to be my friend?” It seemed so easy. My dumb, naive mind thought that was enough, but as fate would have it, I moved away and I never saw Ashley again.
Making friends from that point on proved to be much more difficult. I was good at being friendly with people, and when I was in high school, it never occurred to me that I didn’t have real friends, because I was casual-friends with everyone. I always had someone to talk to in my classes and a table to sit at during lunch.
By the time I got to college, I was yearning for something more, something deeper. I joined a sorority and in what felt like no time at all, I was welcomed into a close-knit group of girls who loved me for who I was.
Here, I met my best friends.
Amberlyn is my Big Sister in my sorority, and because of this, our bond is both unbreakable and undeniable. When I first met her, I felt like I always do when put in an unfamiliar situation, which is awkward and shy. I thought she was the coolest girl there, so witty and sarcastic, and I needed her to be my friend. In the first few months of our friendship, I was in awe of her. She is such a selfless person and will go out of her way for the people that she cares about. Not only that, but she is brilliant and hilarious and beautiful, and by knowing her I feel like I am some of these things, too. She is dedicated and independent and will do amazing things with her life. I count myself lucky that I get a glimpse at all of the incredible things she will accomplish. No matter how far away she goes, I will follow (Sorry, but you’re stuck with me).
Cassandra is my ex-roommate, but forever-friend. She is my partner in crime at school, and we will (hopefully) finish next May (for real, fingers crossed). I feel like we are opposites in every way (she is classy and refined, whereas I am…not) and yet we have also formed this bond that I am so lucky to have in my life. She is beautiful and charismatic and just so amazing. She is also someone who I desperately wanted to be friends with from the moment I met her. She is so open, fun, and caring. Living with her was one of the best decisions of my life, because I honestly feel that we would not be as close if we hadn’t had that experience.
They are both so important to me–more than I could ever put into words. I know, without a doubt, that I could talk to them about anything and everything. I accept them for their (sometimes brutal) honesty and they accept me for my many, many flaws. While our college careers are coming to a close (some sooner than others), I am reflecting on these relationships with admiration and nostalgia. I am sad for the things that will end (late night chats, fits of laughter, and sleep-overs), but I look forward to the things to come, like visiting each other in different, exciting cities across the states, or even abroad.
Female friendships are odd, but they can also be some of the strongest bonds you ever form. I am so glad I found these girls to live and learn with through this most tumultuous time in our lives–our twenties!–and for many years to come.