My voice of reason.

She, stepping out of the bathroom: Oh my gosh, the bathroom smells amazing.
Hien, with her eyebrows raised: Wow. Someone thinks very highly of herself.
She: THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT.

I am going to admit it. I can make some really dumb decisions sometimes. Luckily enough though, I know and attended middle school and high school with this down to earth girl. She is one of the very few who know how to calm me down. What's so special about her? Well, besides the fact that she hates fruit, she never hesitates to yank me back from the clouds and helps me see the big picture (there is another person who is able to do this, but I'll talk about him some other time.)

She tastes dark chocolates and tries out new restaurants with me (we get to try two dishes rather than just one if we each ate alone). She gave me flowers and helped me pick up the pieces when things fell apart. She stayed up one night and edited my scholarship application with me until I submitted it at the very last second (literally) and didn't strangle me.

I introduce her as my best friend, even jokingly call her the love of my life sometimes, but she really is my Jiminy Cricket. My voice of reason. Without a doubt, I miss this girl very dearly and will probably keep missing her the entire time I'm abroad.

Although... she did say that the Ice Club sounded like a complete joke and she also shot down my idea of starting a Fight Club when I had insomnia for a while, so her legitimacy is a bit questionable.

Just kidding.

And don't worry, I'm still going to make very good decisions because that's just my nature. The problem is that it's going to be more of a struggle to reach that conclusion and I won't feel as sure of myself compared to when she is helping me during the process.

Oh, and here's some context to the dialogue at the beginning or else she just sounds insane. The Saturday night before I left, I was baking some oatmeal raisin cookies for a group of really awesome people going on a mission trip to Yakima, Washington. After she stepped out of the shower, I had just pulled out the first couple dozen cookies, making the apartment smell of vanilla, cinnamon, and cloves. She had meant that the spices were so fragrant that they permeated through the bathroom door, not that the bathroom smelled amazing because.. well, you can fill in the blanks. Potty jokes really aren't my thing *ba-dum tsch.*

Love you. :)