I found myself a lot happier when I was Raina.
She was so lively.
Everyone loved her.
Including me.
She was 17.
I was 15.
Not too far apart.
Maybe that is why we hit it off ...
Right from the start.
Her love of people,
And my bitterness.
They are perfect.
My first real friend since I got there.
We were always together.
Never apart.
She was like my sister.
I loved her to death.
And I even told her that.
She said it right back.
It was difficult to say it.
It reminded me of the old days.
Where I used that word all the time.
Love is not a game.
You do not throw things like love around.
Love is not a game.
It is the real deal.
And what we had was the real deal.
She was like the sister I never had.
And that is what we were always called.
The Loving Sisters.
