I still remember that night. That night Lauren needed help finding her way back to her room because it was orientation and we were all lost freshmen. That night I pulled out my map and helped her back. That night I met you and that night we became friends. All those nights we watched mystery shows and yapped for hours and those nights you were my best friend. And then the night I heard you died.
I miss you. You were my first college friend and arguably my first best friend. Definitely the first one I felt a true connection to. The first one I knew had my back through everything. The first one who saw me through my track trials and the first who comforted me when I didn’t make it. The first who showed me Taylor swift while we drove to Dallas. The first who made me understand what a friend was supposed to be. The first who made me wonder what could have been more than friends. I miss you every fucking day.
It’s not fair.