7 years ago today, I lost someone very important in my life.
She was like a big sister to me. She taught me all about boys and following my dreams, regardless of how silly they seem to other people. She was quirky to say the least, but she showed me that if someone can’t accept every part of you, they’re not worth your time.
Those lessons have become truer the more I’ve grown up and I could never thank her enough for being a part of my life.
I’m a different person to who I was then. Not just older, but happier, for the most part. It took a long time, but I moved on from all the heartache that she wasn’t there to help with. I left behind the people who couldn’t accept me or didn’t believe in my dreams. I embraced the quirks we shared because it makes me feel close to her.
At first, I didn’t think I could make it through a day without her. 7 years on, I can still feel her here when there’s someone new in my love life I want to tell her about. It’s hard not to hear her laugh at the stupid things I do, but I know that she’d still want the best for me.
I’ve moved on from who I was when I knew her, but I will never stop missing her.