Saturday 13 December 2014

The other half.

Her best friend might not know how glad she is to have her as her best friend. She is. 

Her best friend might not know how proud she was to tell the rest of the world that she's her best friend. She was.

Her best friend might not know she thinks about her as much as she does to him. She does. 

Her best friend might not know she too shed tears once in a blue moon thinking of her sometimes like she did. She did.

She would give up anything, for her. And she will. 

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