Sometimes you meet a person and it just suddenly hits you- no matter how long or short a time we have together, my life will never be the same. I don't mean together romantically, I just mean as friends. Good friends. Maybe even best friends. And I've only ever found one person like that.
It was Galinda Upland. Or Glinda, now, I suppose.
That first day at Shiz, after rooming assignments, I went to my room. I'd never seen the girl who would be my roommate- she'd run off to oversee her luggage. I was unpacking when she came skipping into Room 22, all big blue eyes, beautiful blonde hair, and a pink dress that only she could have pulled off.
In that moment, I realized I'd found the girl I wished was my sister. Of course I had Nessarose, but Galinda had the looks and the airs of a confident person, ready for the world. She was what I, the ultimate introvert, needed to grow into myself. I pictured roommate bonding, a real friendship.
It didn't happen.
Galinda certainly didn't hate me- she would talk to me sometimes and occasionally we traded eyerolls, but she had her friends and I couldn't build real relationships. I went through life reading and learning, talking more to teachers than peers.
Until the Ozdust.
For some reason, Galinda insisted on getting me all fixed up. This mostly meant her giving me a dress for the dance, but I loved it and I was the happiest girl in the world. I thought now we'd have the sisterly relationship I'd dreamed of since meeting her.
It didn't happen.
The very next day, I gave up on everything I'd known to defy gravity. Now, I don't think I'll ever see her again, and I can only blame myself.
I miss her more and more with every passing day, but I can't say if she feels the same. Sure, she misses me, but is it as much as I miss her? I don't believe it could possibly be the same level because, no matter what she says, she had more friends than me that counted.
I could never find the words to tell her how much she meant to me. I was never good with feelings; my family only taught me to hold my life inside me and never let it go. It hurts to know she'll never know how much she changed me. I am who I am and how I am because I knew Galinda.
We may never see each other again as long as we live and, I'll admit, it hurts to think that. If we meet, we won't be friends, but strangers with memories, though she'll always be Galinda to me. I know it's because Galinda was the only person I could ever let into my heart, and only because she was my sister. I guess there's one thing left to say, Galinda.
Because I knew you, I have been changed for good.
AN: This just came to me when I was thinking about people who are really important to me. Please read and review!
-Queen Elsa Thropp