I woke up to a Facebook notification.
“Iris Park tagged you in a life event: You have been Facebook friends for ONE year.”
“Back when it all began, yo”, she had captioned the post.
I scroll through the random photographs Facebook decided best showcased our friendship: a photo of us with big smiles at the Color Run, paint splattered all over us; a shot of us wrapped in blankets, surrounded by cardboard boxes on the day we had to move out of our Freshman year dorm; a shadowy picture of us, sitting side by side in our favorite booth at our favorite bar, flipping the camera off.
There is was: an entire year of our friendship, completely documented through Facebook uploads.
I laugh and start typing in the comments section: “Before shit went 0-100, real quick.”
And then, “I love you <3”.
Throughout the day, my phone vibrates with Facebook notifications from the post.
“Iris Park liked your comment.” “Iris Park commented ‘I love you too’.” “Yeshara Pryor, Katie Danaher and 12 other people like a post you are tagged in.”
“Let’s celebrate”, I text Iris. We go to an art show in Brooklyn.
On the way back, we have a subway car all to ourselves. I tell her about the movie “Warriors” and we start talking about the weirdness of life.
“You know, we know the date that we became Facebook friends, but not the date you became my actual friend.”, I say.
“I mean, with our generation, I think the day you become Facebook friends is pretty much the date you actually become friends.”
“Isn’t that strange?”, I ask, climbing on my seat and grabbing the pole closest to the ceiling.
She looks at me and sighs. “You’re strange”, she says.
She gets up and joins me in swinging from pole to pole and jumping from seat to seat. We sing some words from Hotline Bling, off-pitch and off-beat, laughing loud and hard.
“You used to call me on my cell-phoneeeeeee”, Iris sings, running from one end of the car to another.
I reach into my pocket to record this on Snapchat. People need to see this. I press the home button, but my phone is dead. Whatever. I drop it into my bag.
“Ever since I left the city, youuu”, I continue, jumping back on the seat.
I probably won’t remember doing this a year from now. My Facebook friends won’t even know we were there, in that empty subway car, singing along to Drake.
But there it was: an entire year of our friendship, in one genuine, happy moment.