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When you have been best friends with a person for so long, you start becoming that person.. You start talking like them, you start acting like them, saying the same jokes, and gesturing the same way. I picked up on a lot of Shayla's mannerisms, and noticed all the little things she did and vice versa.
We shared our bad experiences, our pet peeves, our clothes, our friends. We'd go on and on about our future and how our weddings would be and what our kids would look like and where we wanted to travel, past boyfriends, future husbands, etc. Our conversations were the best. We shared everything with each other. We were attached at the hip from the moment I moved to this little small town in Wisconsin and knew we both loved doing crazy things. Some people go through years of random friendships and never experience as close of a relationship as ours. She opened up her house and family to me. And I opened up my family and home to her. She became a sister to me. It's crazy how quickly we became best friends and crazier how quickly she was taken from us. She always had my back and was always that one phone call away or that walk down the street distance.. And one morning, I wasn't there to protect her, she was goone. I would give anything to go back to that morning and fix it. It's been 8 months, I lost my best friend and sister. Why did God give me the chance to become close to her again toward the end of her life? I don't know, but I am forever grateful that I had the opportunity to know her and share great memories with her. I still remember every little thing about her because, in a way, she is part of me. And I can still picture the car window rolled down, wind in our hair, belting I want crazy or crash my party from the top of our longs on our random cruises we'd take. She was a great person. I love her and I miss her so much.