When I was 18, I went through my first breakup.
It was all the things you expect a breakup to be: Painful. Confusing. Life-altering.
What I wasn’t prepared for was that it would be a friendship breakup, not a romantic one.
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Before the breakup.
I hadn’t known life without her since I was five years old.
She was funny and charming. I was silly and reliable.
Our bond worked in ways that not even we could fully understand.
Our dynamic was effortless to the point that we didn’t need words to understand what the other was thinking or feeling.
We had an unspoken loyalty to love and protect each other in ways I can only imagine sisters could.
She was my person. And I was hers.