Maybe, He replaced her?
She's so much like her...different, truly different, but the same in many ways.
That platonic dynamic, that me and her had before we blurred the lines, I have that with her.
Maybe, God sent me a friend like her because He knew that if she didn't become my wife, she'd never be my friend again.
But her replacement?
She challenges me, spiritually and on my Blackness and on the way I operate.
She smart and guarded and loyal to a fault.
She's "Yo wassup" everyday, my everyday conversation.
She's the kind of person that makes many people say "You're friends with her?" because they don't see her in totality.
She's my friend.
And I think she's a gift.
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