She was not only my best friend,
but she was also my sister at heart.
She was the one I went to for advice,
and she was my shoulder to cry on.
She was the sweetest person I knew,
yet she was blamed for things she didn't do.
She was my heart,
my soul,
and everything in between.
She understood me,
and I understood her,
even when we didn't understand ourselves.
She was there to help,
with the good and the bad,
through laughter and the horror,
through the hookups and breakups,
and through the happiness and the sorrow.
She was the other half of my heart,
and the other half of me.
Now I am missing the other half of my heart,
and the other half of me.
All we have are photographs,
and memories,
to remind ourselves of her.
and those will have to fill the emptiness,
in our hearts,
and in ourselves.
