I may not know my best friend’s favorite movie, if she had any pets growing up, I may not even remember the year she was born- but I’ll always know her age.

I know her order from the coffee shop, even on days she insists she’s “trying to switch it up”. I know exactly what snacks get her jumping up and down and her drink of choice. The drinks that make her gag and the ones she’ll insist she’ll love you forever if you hand her one. I know the way her voice gets softer as sleep begins to take over her body, fists rub eyes underneath glasses, and  the way unintelligible words interrupt snores in the middle of the night. 

I may not know the girl that turned her into the woman she is today, but I think that makes me appreciate her a little bit more