When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it.
That was the thing about best friends. Like sisters and mothers, they could piss you off and make you cry and break your heart, but at the end, when the chips were down, they were there, making you laugh even in your darkest hours.
That was what a best friend did: hold up a mirror and show you your heart
