12/27/2020
First day I met you, we were drinking in Donkeys room. Don't remember the party itself, probably an exchange. What I do remember is how you stood out amongst your pledge class. You were extremely high spirited, always ready to party and had a lot of sass. I knew that I wanted to have you as my little. I jumped the gun and Shelby told you, even though I told her not to tell you since I wanted to do the proper way of asking with a sign and bottle. You were hesitant, yet jumped at the chance. After that it was nothing but good times, blurry long nights and a lot of trouble. I spent some of my nights cutting you off, making sure you got back safe or even making sure that you really wanted to leave with someone. There were nights where you were my "wing-woman", which you were terrible at. Always saying "she's not good enough for you big" with a big ass smile. I still remember having to take care of you the night of your initiation into the weber family. "Big, big, look. I finished it!" As you were puking into a trashcan. My one regret is that I didn't get to spend more time with you. Even after all the s**t that I had done, quitting/getting kicked out of the fraternity, you still reached out to me as my little. I've admittedly been killing myself in the gym the past few days because I'm angry at myself. I should have spent more time with you, should have reached out to you more and should have made more memories with you. Ill miss you spills, but ill always remember you.
