Today, my #wcw is the one person who never fails to tell me exactly what she’s thinking, I’ve laughed with (and at) her, I’ve screamed at her, and she screams back even louder, and I’ve been able to act with her. I’ve cried with her, hugged her, taken care of her when she’s sick, given advice to her, taken advice from her. Shared clothes, secrets, telepathic conversations, and looks only we can understand. As we’ve grown up though, the most important thing we’ve done is gotten closer and had each other’s back no matter what. She’s my ride or die, truly my other half, because when we’re together, we’re unstoppable. She’s been there for me through the highest of the highs and the lowest of the lows, and always made sure I came back when everything started crashing down around me. While boyfriends and friends have come and gone, she’s always been right there for me. We’ve never had to be as far apart as Denver and Portland for an extended amount of time like this before, and having to say goodbye to her tomorrow morning will be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.