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I especial- ly like the photo of me lick- ing your face— it describes us pretty well. Our friends are pretty tight too. One day you will come to a Nass meeting with me and the fel- low co-authors of this magnum opus of our freshman year. All for you. You were too cool to play it cool. It was the be- ginning of a believe it-or-not platonic relationship. I probably would much. I met her at Forbes Sunday Brunch early on in the year and was grateful to have finally found someone I sincerely wanted to be friends with.
Mostly I thought she had good taste in clothes. I soon discovered that despite her pretty face, she can send some gnarly snaps—a testament to her self-esteem. Maybe it was over winter break when she changed her profile picture to a photo of the two of us?
Or that time we both had flights departing at am—me to Los Angeles, her to Boston—and spent the train ride to Newark together, talking and napping? A couple weeks ago I half-jokingly told her that I was nervous we might get sick of each other. Should we spend less time together? I rolled my eyes, shrugging it off. We sipped our drinks—a Green Monster for me, mango-smoothie-please-add-kale-to-make-it-healthy for her—and toasted to the next three years.
We met a second time when he asked her to marry him at late meal, and a third time at a pregame. Before I ever spoke to her alone, I had heard three times how much he loved her. All there was to do was grasp onto the tenuous string that connected us.
