9 years ago today, I lost my then-best friend. We had shared a room together for several months and spent easily 90% of our time together, laughing and crying, talking and listening, at a time when nothing made sense and nobody seemed to understand us. Then from one day to the next, she left. Never to come back.
It would be a lie to say that not a day goes by that I don't think about her. But I carry around the keepsake I got from her as a constant reminder that life is fragile and every choice you make may have an impact you didn't foresee.
You're missed, Tina, my wintergirl. I hope you found happiness.
Me, myself and I
It's just not that simple.
- She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood...