Dear Best Friend in a Different Sorority,
Firstly, let me say how proud of us I am. We have come such a long way since being PNMs. Do you remember months before recruitment how nervous we were? Remember how we joked about creating our own sorority so that we would both be guaranteed a bid? We were paranoid, but at least we had each other to panic text.
Every morning before rush, I was thankful for you to tell me which shoes looked better with my dress and that my eyeliner didn't match up on both eyes. Each day getting my list back, I was so nervous, but you helped calm me down by saying "you only need one at the end of the week." You were my mom away from home. Even after an exhausting long day of forced smiles and small talk, it was nice to come home and just decompress all of my thoughts with you. ( even if we did cry about a lanyard in the middle of Target )
I am so happy that both of us found a home this August. Was I a little bummed that we weren't running to the same lawn on Bid Day? Yes, of course. Do you even realize how cute our pictures would have been if we had pledged the same sorority? We would have been sooo obnoxious, but for Instagram's sake, I guess it is a good thing we aren't sisters.
If we're being honest here, the only thing we don't share is letters. Although it seems like most people just automatically assume we're in the same sorority (or roommates). Yes, sometimes it does suck not getting to eat lunch at the same house or have the same groups of friends. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Who else am I supposed to bitch to?
Even though we aren't sisters, we do share a special kind of bond. Thank you for putting up with my rants, going with me to get frozen yogurt, helping me conquer frat row and making sure I eat Waffle House after a long Friday Night
All my love,
Sarah
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