My logic at the time was that pretty girls were girls of the canine variety. “So, why not this girl?” Six years ago upon thinking this, I would have been surprised to find that not only was she not a bitch, but that she would be the most important person in my life; a sturdier rock than Mt. Rushmore.
My dear Ms. Huang, for all the times we’ve inspired one another, for pushing one another, and for being each others greatest adventure, happy birthday. :) Here is to our fading youth!