More than a friend. More than my best friend. She's my sister. My soulmate. My counterpart in this world. We get it, each other, all of it. The good, the bad, the best. We are matching contradictions. Unconditional and unwavering. 

An effortless friendship born in adolescence, only grew stronger as we grew, side by side. We've had each other longer than we haven't. 

I have her face memorized. One glance can speak volumes. I protect her and she looks out for me. 

Her laugh motivates me. Her fears tear me up. Her silences snaps me back. Her tears are my tears. She is a part of me.

We were made for each other. We're meant to be together. 

She's the best friend for me. 

1 comment:

  1. Hello kitty. You and rachelle are perfect.




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