—HOW WE FALL—
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It's not always about how we fall —it's about where we end up once we land.
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I remember the very first time I laid eyes on her. It still feels like yesterday when she stumbled into my life with her messy brown hair and dark eyes. Even though I was only ten years old at the time, I knew right then and there that she was going to change everything.
From that point on she and I were always together—inseparable—and I naively believed we'd be best friends forever. But forever didn't last nearly as long as I expected.
We grew up and grew apart, life driving the distance between us, but my love for her never faltered. I still carried a piece of her with me every single day. Because she wasn't just my childhood best friend —the girl who knew me better than anyone else in the whole world. She was also my first love —a part of my very core.
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