She’s my Fucking Fuck. That’s what we call each other. We know it’s kinda rude and we’re totally ok with it. But Laura is the shizznit. I barely even know how to express in words how amazing Laura is.
We met in our last semester of college in an English class (that I went to a total of four times) and a Spanish class (that I don’t think I ever missed). We did our Spanish project together and sort of talked here and there outside of class. Eventually, we just started hanging out and ended up walking at graduation together with my best friend. I’m pretty sure neither of us paid any attention to any of the people who were speaking and I was definitely giving her some relationship advice during the keynote speech.
From there, we basically started bonding. Honestly, I have no idea what happened, but my best friend and I started hanging out with she and her boyfriend on almost a weekly basis. Even though the four of us have a group of friends we can hang out with at any time, we do try to have bonding times between just the four of us.
When I started dating one her boyfriend’s good friends, she specifically asked if just the four of us could hang out like we used to. It may seem like a tiny little gesture, but nonetheless, it was pretty sweet. Proved that our bond was real.
Throughout our two and a half year (ish) friendship, Laura and I have gotten closer and closer. I love hanging out with Laura and helped throw a pretty wicked awesome SURPRISE birthday party for her (if I do say so myself). She means a lot to me. I can tell her anything and know she isn’t going to judge me and isn’t going to tell anyone and is going to give good advice. She’s one of those ones who asks questions to walk you through your own thoughts rather than tell you want she’s thinking about you. Which is always a good thing. I think she gets that from her mommy.
Anyhow, what brought this on is that when I signed into Facebook recently, I had seven pictures tagged of me. So I selected “Pictures of Me” on my phone and scrolled through a lot of them. I realized that the first 90 or more were either taken by Laura or Laura was with me when it was taken.
If I had never met Laura – who has a special place in my heart no matter what – I wouldn’t have most of the friends I hang out with regularly and wouldn’t be in such a good place. She, in a way, saved my life just before “the real world” started.
I love my Fucking Fuck.
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