We were the closest of friends growing up.
Two little girls so similar and so hard to separate that people thought we were sisters.
I turned to you first before anyone else when things got tough and I needed a shoulder to cry on.
You were the same with me.
We revelled in each others first loves and then helped each other through our first heartbreaks.
I never asked for any kind of thanks when I helped you. I never expected anything in return. Just that you would be happy.
Why didn't you tell me when it happened to you?
Did you think I would suddenly start judging you?
Did you think I would turn you away, instead of help you like I had always tried to?
You pushed me away and you left. I know what happened then. I know where you went. I know what your life is now I just hope you're not alone.
