By: Rebekah Aran
The friendship began with not a single thing, but a handful of moments– a look from across the store while working a particularly long shift–a hello in the hallway. Things that you’d take for granted. Years later, I feel the effects of her absence in everything–when I turn the radio on, while walking to class. It’s life for your best friend to get married and move away, but even understanding that doesn’t change how I feel when my best friend isn’t here to laugh and cry along with me like she used to. We lived two doors down not too long ago. Now those doors are state lines and unending toll booths, and what used to take a single text now takes time off sheets and plane tickets.