What we’re laughing about, I don’t remember. Probably that we’re about to do the Miley Cyrus tongue pose right after this. But this picture perfectly defines the relationship me and my dear, dear friend Melissa have. I’ve known her since high school when we both both worked at Subway together. Blondie and Brownie, the other coworkers used to refer to us as. They put us to work together as many shifts as possible and those nights and weekends were always the most fun in the world. Even the day of the Subway Olympics when she threw a bag of chipotle sauce on my new sneakers and they stained and I screamed. And yes, I did wear sneakers back then.
When I moved away to California for school, I was scared I wouldn’t be able to stay in touch with her. That we would drift apart. Out of anyone in Saint Louis, I didn’t want to lose her friendship. She got me, every inch, even the weird parts that nobody else gets to know about. It was a worry I didn’t need to have because we never lost our connection. We texted constantly, talked on the phone, and hung out during the holiday break. We used to be wild(er). Climbing on balconies (her), acting the underage fool at bars (me), and drinking enough to put anyone under a table (both of us). Things slowly began to shift towards pursuing our passions and igniting the flames that filled us with joy in our work lives. Before I knew it, I was meeting her boyfriend who made her incredibly happy and was a gem of a guy. That boyfriend became her fiance and then just a few months ago, I had the pleasure of being a part of her wedding as she said her vows to the man who is truly her soulmate.
We’ve got a lot more of a journey before us and this life is so wild, but one thing will just never change, as corny as it may sound. We’ve got each other to lean on for support, acceptance, love and an insane amount of gossip all day, every day. And it’s a great and beautiful thing.