To F. Scott's mistress and the Bieb's cougar,
I don't know that this post will make sense to anyone but you, and I'm not quite sure I care. Friendship, I've learned, is largely defined not by the amount of time you've spent together but in the dedication and love you invested in that relationship. Oddly enough, I can't remember the day we met or what we talked about. I remember passing notes while Dr. Grathwohl lectured, I remember a pink jacket that should be framed for all the wear and tear it endured, I remember your encouraging words when I carried a horrific brick around for a week, and I remember your laugh.
I bet you didn't know this, but I'm persuaded that your laugh gives life to those around you. There have been countless days when your random sense of humor has pulled me back off that proverbial ledge. I love going out to restaurants and watching people wonder why you are so happy (it could be because you just scored a box of fortune cookies since you weren't happy with the one you first received). It is infectious, but not in a CDC kind of way. :-)
You have no idea how valued you are. You have a magnetic personality. Your friends want nothing more than to see all of your dreams come rolling into your lap. You deserve it...AND SO MUCH MORE. I know you have rough days and I want you to know that I will always be here to carry any burden with you so you don't have to bare the weight alone. Imagine Atlas except the two of us instead of him, a couple strands of pearls, preppy (or any) clothing, and some oolong tea:
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"Bare one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ."
Galations 6:2
Who could you encourage today?
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