I forgot how much she meant to me until i read some of her poems she wrote to me, for me, and about me. She was my life, my whole world, and i let her slip through my fingers. I lost more than a friend, i lost a sister as well. She had always been there for me, she made me feel like being me wasn't wrong. She knew the pain i was going through and she helped me through it. It was the first time in my life when I actually felt loved, that to someone i came first. And that was my downfall, while i was happy, she was miserable. I hate myself for that. Everything she had done was to make me happy. Now she is gone.