I just recently finished reading a journal entry from my best friend...a mate. She matched me up perfectly to who I am...abandoned, lost, and forgotten by those around me.
Stuck behind the shaddow of the shiny eyes of my sister, I'm simply nothing to my family...well, except for my family at home. She showed me so perfectly through that writing that it made me tear up. Why? Do I really need a reason? I just told you it then if I do.
You know, it takes a real, true friend to do that. A friend that's more than a friend really. She loves and cares for me, and then protects me when I'm in a rut...keeping me safe. And then I protect her when she's upset or hurt...loving and caring for her the same way she does me.
I still can't get over how she read me...it was perfect...but yet with a flaw. Then again, for something to be perfect, it must be flawed, no? I can't stop thinking about what I'm going to do for her...She always makes it better...and I could never thank her enough for that.
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