Sher,
You have cried to me, on more than one occasion, about how I refuse to call you my best friend. Try and try as I might, I can’t get you to grasp the fact that our sisterhood is so much bigger and deeper than any friendship could be. The lifetimes and volumes of interwoven history that we have is among the dearest treasures, in my life. Every laugh, every tear contains a spiritual DNA which bonds us together in a way that no one, or thing, could ever penetrate.
Even my closest of friends have held but moments, while you were keeping my heart and secrets safe long before those moments were even dreamed into existence.
I love you.
I love your heart, I love your kindness, I love your sensitivity.
I love YOU, sister…
Rainy Day in May... 