I think the scariest thing about falling in love is that there’s always an opportunity to fall out of it. There is no signed contract, no promises that can’t be broken, no guarantees that that person will stick around and that scares me to death. One day, they can just wake up and be over your little weird habits, and the way you say the letter “I.” They’ll realize you’re selfish, they’ll realize they deserve so much more. And that’s the scariest thought I’ve ever had.
I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.
I just want a boy to bring me hydrangeas and chocolate chip cookies
When god became lonely
he created man,
Or was it
When man became lonely
he created god.
These will be the women who grow with you, starting as freshmen — naïve to the inner workings of college — and ending as seniors — ready to make mod podge marks on the world. These will be the women who deliver freshly baked peanut butter cookies to the library when they know you’re cramming all night for a midterm. These will be the women who take you out when you’re feeling down and with whom you can have fun spending an entire night giggling over YouTube videos. These will be the women who hug you until you forget to cry and remember, instead, to breathe. These will be the women who hold you up and keep you from falling even when you reach the lowest points that college has to offer. These will be the women you hold up and you keep from falling.
And these will be the women who become the sisters, the bigs, and the littles who help to define your collegiate experience.
After all, it’s not the letters you wear that matter but those who share them with you.