It didn’t really matter how much another girl could my feelings, because I knew Sonja would make sure I was okay and felt important, and she would even stick up for me.
We’ve always stayed in touch (like she full on wrote me letters and sent gifts from Norway! ), but we really got close again in the last couple years. I didn’t know who I was, I physically couldn’t function, and at times felt completely alone.
No one prepared me for the heartbreak, confusion and profound loss I was feeling. She answered her phone while in New York for work, while in LA for work, and while in Nashville for a fun trip, as each time I sobbed with more and more bad news.
Friends are the family we choose, and they are there for us through everything. I was pretty excited to become her friend and felt especially stoked that she invited me to register for hip hop dance classes at a new studio not far from our house (this would later become my second home for the next 12 years and had a great impact on the person I became, so, thank you Sonja).
This I can say is true as I’ve been the recipient of this loyalty, and it is no longer just a cliche to me anymore. Although she quickly learned hockey, ringette and volleyball were more her thing, she stayed in dance a little longer to appease me, but also came to watch and support me.