You were like me. Different.
I knew from the start that you were the same as me. Same scars, same broken heart. And still nobody quite understood why we became best friends. While they thought we were polar, we couldn't be more similar. I knew what you were and you found out what I am.
We connected through common likes. Japanese cartoons, loud music, and our love of drawing. Our struggles were different, yet oddly the same. So we stuck together.
No one understood you, but I did. They thought you were a freak, but then I asked them, "Like me?"
I convinced them that you are an amazing girl. Told them not to judge you as coal when you're a pearl. And I don't regret anything about that.
That one night in that closet, you told me your past. I held you as you cried, then I managed to make you laugh. If I could go back, I'd do the same thing. Tell you the same story. I wouldn't change a thing.
And now you're leaving, called back to Arizona. My heart aches as I count the weeks until you're unreachable.
Though miles apart, please keep me dear. Don't you ever forget that I'm always here.
And if you think for a moment that you're not good enough...
Remember God loves you, and that's more than enough.
I may drift away, at least that's what it seems.
But let me just say that I'll love you the same.
As on that first day.
