My best friend.
I have a best friend. She has held my hand for my first break-up. She dried my tears when I watched my father pass away. She let me follow my dreams, wherever they led. She supported my goals. She listened to my thoughts as they unfolded, even if it was 3am. She let me follow God first. She also taught me how to follow my heart. She taught me how to relax and let life unfold. She showed me how to love life. She never judged me. She always gave me a second chance. She gave me confidence. She taught me how to be a woman. She said I made her proud. She told me I was beautiful. Today is 17 August 2012 (in America that is…). On 17 July I almost lost my best friend. I always thought she was invincible. I thought I was exempt from another loss since I had one already 6 years before. I thought that God would never take another hero away from me, at least not this young. And upon waking up on the other side of the world to a message I loathe...