it's not where or what, it's who we were with

so i've come to the pretty obvious realization that i have the best friends in the whole world. now, you may be thinking, of course not, that's not possible because I have the best friends in the whole world, but let me assure you, you are wrong. how else could i explain that these girls are my adopted roommates, my surrogate sisters? how else could i tell you what these girls mean to me?

it's been four years of late nights, early mornings, laughter, clothes in each others' closets, crying into shoulders, hugs lit up by a thousand candles, closing down the bar, drunk videos, road trips, laying on the beach, dining hall people-watching, paper-writing sessions that last until morning, dancing on elevated surfaces, football games, inside jokes, marathon tv episodes, hand-holding (literal and figurative), raised fists, apology letters, music mixes, 3am pizza, secrets, confessions, endless message threads, giggling in church, singing in the basilica, playing catch, needing each other.

but in the end, what really matters is that in the last four years, we found true love - because no matter how crazy it is sometimes, there is nothing like the love of your best friends.