This has GOT to mean something

A lot of things in my life seem too good to be true. I have to believe that they must mean something.

For instance, my best friend was the first friend I ever made at Whitney Young. That has to mean something, right? I was a shy incoming 7th grader from a suburban religious school and she was a weird (but excellent) incoming 7th grader from a Chicago public school. But she had really cool, black and blue striped socks, and I told her so. She said thanks. I’d like to say that we’ve been friends ever since, but that’s not necessarily true. In the past, we went through dips in our relationship where we seemed to fall to just acquaintances. But we’re so similar, even if we wanted to, we couldn’t stop being best friends. If you read this, know that you my girl.

And yeah, I have to get sappy about my boo, Zack. Our birthdays are a day apart! December 17th and 18th. AND his brother’s and his girlfriend’s are a day apart too, on our HALF-birthdays, June 17th and 18th, with the brothers’ on the 17th and the girlfriends’ on 18th. Weird, right? That has to mean something. The first real conversation we ever had was two Decembers ago. My best friend (see paragraph above) made me a heart shaped, chocolate cake with rainbow sprinkles the day before my birthday. Needless to say, it looked delicious. He approached me from the back of the class room. I, thinking he was nice and a cutie patootie, offered him a piece of cake. He said thank you, and that it was the first birthday cake he had had all day. He stared at him awkwardly. He informed me that it was his birthday. I freaked out. And with good reason. What a strange coincidence…or something with some meaning.

And furthermore, it’s gotta mean something that these two people get along exceedingly well with each other. But who knows. It could all just be a really cute coincidence.