The Best

                So I have been assigned the assignment to tell someone I normally would not  tell how much they mean to me. I choose to tell someone who I felt always been there for me. She seen me at my worst and best. During my grandmother death she was the only one to constantly check on me and chances are she was the only reason I choose to stay at Monmouth College when I could have left. She my beacon of light in my most difficult moments  and embody all the traits that after almost three years still stun me. Just the other day, I was having lunch with her and as we were preparing to eat she started switching out every chair at our table for the comfortable one with cushions on them. I then asked her why she was doing this. She told me that she was switching them out for our other three friends. Little things like that are why I like her so much so the least I could do was tell her how much she means to me.

                Now telling someone how much they mean to me is hard enough but doing this sober was going to be a challenge. I wanted to tell her this without having a drink because it was the true and I wanted her to know and believe me. I decided that I would tell her as soon as possible but as time went on I realize I was dragging so after two days off postponing it I finally got some time alone with her at the library. The words came slowly to me but after five minutes of mustering out these words it came to the effect of “You’re one of my best friends and I care and love you but I think you know this already.” After I said that she gave a small smile, sniff cause she was sick, and said “I know.”  Since I told her, I have felt that not much as change in our friendship but it feel good knowing that she know how I feel.