She gets you. Like, really, really understands you.
Meaning she knows that you prefer Diet Coke over Pepsi, vodka over tequila, and Miley over Selena.
But she knows important stuff, too, like that one time in 2nd grade when you threw up in front of your entire class and also about how you’re weirdly afraid of ghosts and hamsters.
Her ex boyfriend’s name is Mike, too.
You both really effing hate the name Mike.
Her ability to keep up with you at the bar…
…and also her ability to read your mind and order shots at the most perfect time.
The fact that she is the biggest pro when it comes to Peppermint Patty shots.
God, she’s so great.
You are so proud.
Like, the most proud person who ever lived.
Basically she’s your person. Kind of like the Christina to your Meredith or the Monica to your Rachel.
The one thing she’s not, however, is the Ann to your Leslie…because everyone knows that Ann sucks. And your Little most definitely does not suck.
That one time you saw her sneakily drinking wine at Chapter. Yeah, she’s pretty much the best.
Because she knows that “Take Me Home Tonight” is obviously the best karaoke song ever.
You can borrow each other’s clothes. Boom. Your closet just doubled.
She doesn’t take shit from people. And you didn’t even have to teach her that. She just knows what she wants and she gets it. Awesome.
That one time she got really drunk and walked up to your ex-boyfriend and called him a dick. Yeah, that was the best moment of all time.
Her Pinterest game puts yours to shame.
Which is totally fine, because you have her password for everything and can therefore pretend like it’s YOUR Pinterest.
Because she stayed up with you all night that one time your grandma got really sick.
She never lets you feel stupid.
Even if you really, really, really fuck up…she just doesn’t judge you.
The fact that she is good at math and you are not. Praise Jesus. You might pass college after all.
Because dancing on tables is her thing. And it’s kinda your thing, too.
She doesn’t think it’s creepy to sleep in your twin bed with you after a long night of drinking or just because she feels like it.
And, yeah, maybe your neck hurts the next morning, but you never mind at all when she tells you she’s sleeping over.
You never feel weird about texting her at 4am on a Monday…
…about the most random things like aliens, your period, and does she think Miley Cyrus is still in love with Liam Hemsworth?
Her parents ask how you’re doing when she talks to them on the phone.
Your parents do the same thing, too.
Because you immediately clicked with her the moment you saw her. And you knew, you just knew that this little ball of sass was going to be in your wedding.
Speaking of weddings, she knows what kind of dress you want, what kind of ring you want, and that you never, ever want to “trash the dress.”
You know she’ll probably get too drunk and say something embarrassing about you during her Maid of Honor speech.
But that’s okay. As long as she never brings up September 7, 2014…it’s fine. That night just needs to die forever.
Because she knows to text you after an awful test and let you know that she’s bringing over the wine.
But you also do real stuff, too. Like go to dinner and the movies and sit in Starbucks for five hours at a time and chat instead of study.
The fact that she started calling you “Big” before it was official.
You’re also not weird, either. The two of you aren’t creepily attached at the hip or anything like that. And, yeah, maybe you guys call each other “Big” and “Little” from time to time, but you also really do know each other’s name.
Basically, you’re like the perfect level of Big and Little. Best friends first, Big and Little second.
Because she is your Squishy. And she shall be yours forever.