Building Bridges Instead of Walls

36 1 0
                                        

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).

Imagine ✔Where stories live. Discover now