You were the one that got me through my bad breakup; the one that pushed me to be myself. You encouraged me, laughed with me, and stood your ground with me.
You were the one that helped me see what I deserve. You showed me that women are powerful and fierce.
You were my wingwoman; you were always up for an adventure. You were down for whatever, whenever. A call from you always meant something fun.
But, you were the one who taught me to be cautious. You were unpredictable, angry, volatile.
You were brash; you were reckless and daring.
You burned bright like a star, and then you burned out our friendship.
Still, I’m thankful for you.
You helped me see the world in a new way; helped me know that some friendships are meant to last while others are meant to teach.
You taught me that some people come into my life to make me stronger; that the adversity I face with them, or because of them, will build my character.
You showed me what it means to be a best friend; both the good, and the things I don’t need.
So thank you.
