Amy and I sat in the car the other day after class and we talked to each other, as we usually do. We talked out our love lives, or lack thereof, we talked about the friends that are leaving, the friends we no longer have and our families. I swear, with Amy I can sit in any place and talk to her about so many wonderful or horrible things and know that no matter what she and I will be there for each other.
We determined the types of people we are by combining literary characters together. “I’m Holly Golightly and Lisbeth Salander.” Amy told me. We spent a couple moments trying to find the other half of my character “Elizabeth Bennet and….” We settled on Carrie Bradshaw, but I think I have a different writer in my head and heart. Frances from Under the Tuscan Sun. Maybe I am all three. Maybe I am just a compilation of everyone I know.
What I do know is that when Amy and I walk side by side places it’s fun to see people’s reactions. Me, in all my tall, planned outfits that consist of J.Crew, Madewell and vintage finds and Amy in her studded jackets, ripped tights, with piercings, two-tone sheered hair, and her kind eyes. She is, inexplicably one of the most unique and memorable people I have ever met. You know why? Because, the first moment we met we understood that in each other is a kindred spirit.