My heart bleeds for your life. I bleed for your voice and your smile. Your laugh. Your strength. The way you pull my head up and tell me to stand tall and straight. How you slowly coaxed me out of my shell. You showed me love. True friendship. Sisterhood. The true meaning of family. A bond tight and strong even in death. I love you. Even now that you're gone. I hope you love me just as much wherever you are. Even now that I am alive. These words are ringing and bouncing in my head. Let whoever reads this not ignore it. Learn to love them while they're still alive. Every single bit of effort they put in, go on and put in twice as much. They might die tomorrow. They might steal a gun in their father's safe and blow their brains out. They might die without you ever understanding why. Just love. Live. Laugh. Nurture.
I love you, Tasha. Forever and always.
RIP TO MY MAIN BITCH, TO MY SISTER AND MY TRUE HEROINE.