Silver and gold.


This morning, I woke up to 15 unread texts. They were all from the ongoing group message I have with my three best friends. We talk pretty much every single day, like most best friends do. But we're spread out between New York, Florida, Ohio and Indiana. The last time all four of us were in the same state together was August 2014.

It wasn't until I moved to Indianapolis that I realized how often I've taken their friendship for granted, and how much their friendship means to me. I honestly believe that fate made us all become friends, solely because of the improbability of this friendship even happening. I was born in South Korea, I was adopted and brought to the United States, and I happened to end up in West Chester, Ohio. Buse was born in Turkey, her parents had the opportunity to move to the United States, and she happened to end up in West Chester, Ohio. Sara was born in Guatemala, she was adopted and brought to the United States, and she happened to end up in West Chester, Ohio. Lauren was born in Michigan and happened to move to West Chester, Ohio.

I moved into a house on Tyler's Crossing in 2002. Buse lived four houses down from me. Lauren lived in the cul de sac across from my house. The next summer, Sara moved in -- two houses away from both me and Buse, directly in the middle of us. Also, our personalities are all completely different, to the point where we probably wouldn't become friends if we had just met today. Seriously, what are the chances?

14 years later, I'm still amazed at all of the things that had to align in order for this friendship to happen. Anyway, I've been thinking so much about these girls lately because moving to Indianapolis has been infinitely harder without having them here with me.

But waking up to those 15 texts this morning made me realize how unbelievably lucky I am to have three best friends who give me 15 texts to wake up to in the first place.

It has been the greatest experience growing up with them. We've seen each other at our worst (ex: that photo of us from 2006). We helped each other trudge through the hell that is puberty. We've given and received advice for everything -- from crafting the perfect message to send to our crushes on AOL Instant Messenger to talking and loving each other through heartbreaks and life changes. I owe so much of who I am today to these three.

So many of my greatest memories are with them. I remember all the times when we used to pretend to be celebrities in elementary school, when we had sleepovers every weekend and ordered Papa John's pizza, when we took our homecoming and prom pictures on my back porch every year through high school. I remember the night at Lauren's house when I opened up to them about the emotional and verbal abuse I was going through from my own mom. I remember crying and I remember them crying with me.

Our friendship is so rare and rich. It has so much character and it has a story. One of the best things about being friends with these three is that I've never actually said "goodbye" to any of them, even though we've spent the past four years living in different states. No matter where we all are, they will always be there. Psychology studies say that if you've been friends with someone for seven years, you'll probably be friends for the rest of your life. I don't doubt that one bit. They are going to be my bridesmaids and my future children's aunts. And even as we each continue to make new friends, I know that we'll always keep the old.

I love you three more than you know.