When I first began drafting this letter to both of you, which was late into the night per usual, I found my hands hovering over my keyboard, frustrated with not only how badly chipped "Cute As A Button" was on my fingernails, but also with how difficult it truly was to put into words how much you both mean to me. I've sat down a countless number of times, some while being drunk and some while sober, trying to find the closest to being perfect words to explain the beauty I see in both of you.
As the three of us prepare to move out and move on from this un-renovated and overly spacious 51st floor penthouse (or shall I call Dreamhouse?) to the next chapter of our lives, I can't help but to feel heartbroken everytime I imagine what life will be like outside of these French double doors, "living in the living room", and not always having you two by my side. We've spent three years here together, from adopting a cat as a form of bribery to discovering new, mysterious carpet stains after hosting any number of guests, and generally spending every waking, addied-out moment together.
Perhaps we could describe our college experience as a bit unconventional, but if just one of us hadn't made the decision to leave our home states behind and face the unfamiliar and unknown in Chicago to study fashion, this experience in its entirety wouldn't have been the same. The potential, drive, and determination both of you have to become something so much greater is beyond admirable. Though people come and go in our lives, I fully believe and trust in the lifelong friendships the three of us have.
Perhaps we could describe our college experience as a bit unconventional, but if just one of us hadn't made the decision to leave our home states behind and face the unfamiliar and unknown in Chicago to study fashion, this experience in its entirety wouldn't have been the same. The potential, drive, and determination both of you have to become something so much greater is beyond admirable. Though people come and go in our lives, I fully believe and trust in the lifelong friendships the three of us have.
From the number of times I've been woken up from your alarm (Shea) or have had nap-time intruders (Colleen), there's absolutely no one I would have rather spent my naked time here with than you guys. I couldn't possibly imagine calling 5107 home with any other two crazy, hilarious, annoying, gorgeous, loyal, insane, beautiful, talented girls. I always knew looking back on the tears would make me laugh, but I never knew looking back on the laughs would make me cry.
I'll always be your unresponsive but fabulous listener while you're watching TV, Shea; & I'll never stop doing the Adderall dance with you or get too sick of your needy hangovers, Leaners Weiners. Good thing we're all of legal drinking age now, because I was really bad at pretending to be a Scottsdale native - which, for the record, I still have one of my two fake IDs left haha. And if it's not too late, I apologize for not cleaning up my dirty dishes or cleaning out the litter box frequently enough. Above all else, thank you from the bottom of my heart; thank you for everything, for putting up with me, making each birthday better than the last, picking me up when I hit the ground (literally and metaphorically), and being the friends to me that many can only wish they had.
If there's one thing that I hope and pray for both of you is that you go out and see as much of this world as you can and that your heart desires; that you both change the lives of more people like you've changed mine; that you both find great success and make your mark in this crazy as shit fashion industry; that you look back on your college years 5, 10, 50 years from now and smile as big as I do; but most of all, that you're happy. I don't doubt both of your guys' futures one bit; you both have too much to offer. These last three years have been a three years well spent.
I love you both to the ground and back up (even if I had to take the stairs), to the moon and back.
More appropriately, IIIIEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIII WWIIILLLLLLL ALLLLLLLLWWAAYYYYSS LOOOOVVVVEEE YOOOOUUUUUUOOOOOUUUU.
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