That's her in the front and me with the pig tails.
Us with said boy. Or as Zachary Paul knows him as, "6'4'' dreamboat".
I love love.
I love love.
Why? Because…She is exactly seven days older than me. Although I wouldn’t necessarily say she’s a huge music buff these days, she introduced me to Death Cab for Cutie, The Postal Service, and The Faint when we were 15. She remembers conversations word for word. I’ve never made up more dance or synchronized swimming routines with any other person. When we had a slight falling out for the first half of 7th grade she wrote me a note asking if I would consent to being her best friend again. We fought over the same boy once and realized a. how dumb we were being and b. how dumb he was so we c. thought we were really cool and tp'ed his car. We made it a goal to eat at every ice cream related place in San Antonio and its surrounding areas. She says her “wh”’s a lot like Rod Kimble. She is a southern girl through and through. She asked me to be her maid of honor “someday” when we were 17 and this is a big deal (see previous). She’s found the love of her life and I think they are a perfect match. Despite the odds (2 moves and going off to college) we’ve been best friends for almost 11 years. She’s been there through it all. Really. B.F.I.T.