In February, my then best friend moved out, and a new girl — who I didn’t know, didn’t choose, and didn’t want — moved in. Resentment blinded me. I hated co-existing with her.
Fast forward to yesterday: I had an excruciating headache. That girl I once despised sat beside me, massaged my head, and listened to me cry until I fell asleep.
After I thanked her, she told me: “One should have someone to share everything with; it’s you for me and me for you.” I realized then that she’s not just my roommate, but the sister I never had.
We’ve shared it all — wiping each other’s tears, cooking each other food, and providing comfort through hard days. As she turns 20 this November, I wish her all the happiness in the world.
The girl I once despised is now my reminder of what a kind person embodies. She is the most selfless and purest person I’ve ever met and I am endlessly grateful for her. I have heard that female friendships are fragile, but once you find the ones that feel like sisterhood, you need to hold onto them; they’re precious.
