Isn't it scary how changable
fate is?
If I never met you on that faithful day,
I would've ended up dead.
Who knew that, in the next six years,
we'd become parabatai and sisters?
You held my hand when I was a scared little girl,
you tore my walls down with a wrecking ball
even though you knew you were going to get hurt.
I remember sharing lunches with you back in fourth grade.
Cupcakes and noodles were our joys.
While standing up for each other
was our responsibilities
and a strengthening game.
You were anxious,
I was heartless,
both of us helped the other
heal their wounds
and grow up to
be a better
person.
I can't thank you enough
for helping me build my bridges
instead of driving me to burn them down.
Instead of setting it all to fire;
every day, I build a better future.
Sometimes, you'd sit here-
shielded by my walls
and talk to me
about ridiculous things.
I'd love it.
I'd love our conversations.
So, please,
please don't go away.
Dedicated to @sarahcanunot (or Lala).
