I wanna talk about my best friend.
Megan.
She's always there for me.
Cheering me up.
Bringing me food.
Now she's about to come over and she's bringing chicken noodle soup.
I love her. She's like my sister. We see each other every weekend. She either comes to my house or I go to hers.
I met her in Third Grade. I was alone. Scared out of my mind. Then she Talked to me. We were friends.... We've fought over the years. This whole summer we weren't talking to each other. Because of some petty thing.
We have inside jokes. So many inside jokes. BURDEN
She makes me laugh. She can have me choking on my laughter. She's literally an amazing person.
I feel like I'm not good enough for her.
Like sometimes I'm stopping her from doing things she wants to do.
Stopping her from living the fullest life.
Stopping her from being Megan.
What can I do?
Do I continue?
Do I let her go?
I'm never letting her go. I can't. She's my other half.
I need that other half.
I hope and pray that I'm not dragging her down.
Pray that I'm not getting her into trouble.
I dont like some of her friends. She knows this. But she still stays with me. Continuing to be there for me, especially when I'm at my limit. When I fall she's always there to pick me back up. Always .
Megan. I love you.. My sister. my roommate. My other half.
