For me, she is frozen in time, 20 years ago, when I would spend many hours sitting in her dorm room, discussing the finer points of relationships. I remember when she asked me if she should pursue her future husband romantically. “We’re best friends,” she had said. “I can’t sleep with my best friend.” I assured her she could. She was a very solid person and was always a good source of advice, so I always liked spending time with her, whether it was hanging out in her room or at a party or having a couple of drinks.
When I saw her later, she still had her youthful vivaciousness, but touched with maturity. She had become a wonderful woman.
I don’t know what else to say except that it just seems so hard to have someone die so young. She seems to have lived a rich life, but it just wasn’t a long enough one.
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