I knew in that moment that we were never going to be friends in the same way. And as much as it broke my heart, I knew it was going to come eventually; I knew for a while, I just pushed the idea on the outskirts of my head. Even though it broke my heart, it was a breath of fresh air, and I knew I would be able to escape from all the bullshit. Twelve years under the belt, just like the ten before. But life does go on. And we grow into our selves. Just as I said to her when we were kids, "no matter what, we will always be who we are." She never understood it, but perhaps she does now, and I hope you do too. But I also hope you reflect intensely on why this end has to be. I am not going to sink anymore. I am going to float on my own and will not be pulled down again. I am going to appreciate the world and actually SEE. Me.
