I was that friend,
with the coke bottle glasses.
The tightly gripped notebook.
And the fear of attention.
I was that friend,
constantly telling you to get down from there.
To walk with care.
To do your homework.
I was that friend,
you would call when you were finally ready to listen to reason.
Or you would tease because she was writing or reading.
I was that friend,
who cried when you did.
Who laughed when you did.
Who fought with you like only siblings would.
I am the friend,
constantly checking on your welfare.
Encouraging you to reach for your dreams.
Encouraging you to laugh because you will live longer.
And who talks too much on occasion.
I am that friend,
because you are my friend.
Completed Works
Secrets, Lies,
and Betrayal Series:
The Virgins Club:
Lipstick Diaries:
Things Left
Unsaid
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