There is only one person, if she can be called a person at all, that truly knows me. She knows all my secrets, my truths, and my lies. She knows every single detail there is to know about my life, who I am, who I was and who I hope to become. She is the one I trust most of all, because I know with complete certainty that she will never betray me, or act in any way against my best interests.

   She has always been with me; I can’t remember a single day when she wasn’t there. She was there at the moment of my birth, mimicking my actions just to the side of me as I wiggled and cried under the beam of blinding white lights in the hands of an unknown doctor.  

   I was not always aware of her presence; especially during dark times she is difficult to find, although I do not blame her for this, it is simply her nature. Besides, it was on one of my brightest and happiest days when I first noticed her. Silently she was walking along beside me. She did not disturb my peace with ideal chatter; she just continued down the path with me, perfectly keeping in step with my pace.

   From that day on she has been my wordless, nameless friend. Her company is always welcomed, and why wouldn’t it be? She unlike any other, knows me best. Even the darker parts of me she knows all too well; she of all should, especially since she is a visual manifestation of my darkest self. Only when light is cast upon me can she, my dark shadow, make her presence known.