"Until I am ready
let me be
I have to heal myself."
- Samantha King
Dear you,
I can't remember the day I met you. I remember the date, January 9, 2017 but the things that happened that day are completely fuzzy. This day remains kind of engraved in my head though, like a scar on my skin. I can't even remember my life before you. The music I listened to, the type of clothes I wore, the way I used to talk. Everything before you is a blank.
I do remember that I met you when I felt like it was all pointless. My dad had been gone for nearly 5 years at that point. You knew this, I had split my guts and life story to you within 5 minutes of talking to you. You created a safe place for me just in that little time, I had done the same for you.
You have 2 sisters, one biological sister and a step sister. 3 dogs, and an insane fascination for baseball. This you shared with your dad. You respect him, and practically worship the ground he walks on. Rightly so, that man is an amazing father and an even better man; however, the relationship you have with your mom has never been the best, yet you loved her even she hurt you.
You always shared everything with me. Even though sometimes it was maybe a little too much. But I welcomed it, you gave me something every young girl hopes for. You took the place in my heart that will forever be yours, no one will ever fill that spot.
To me, little ole me. Forever your "BeStEsT fRiEnD" You are my savior. In the sense that you saved me from myself. Made me look at life differently. You made me realized that I am worthy, that I am more than I project myself to be. In the end you may have built me up, but you also tore me down. You took away my innocence, you stole from me every ounce of trust I had, you created doubt in my head where it didn't lie before.
Sincerely and Forever,
me.
