blood of my blood

I woke up this morning to seven, yes SEVEN, text messages from probably my single best friend in the world.

She thanked me for always listening, for walking with her, beside her, in front or behind, but always together.

She reminded me that I am always with her and she with me, no matter what, we are never alone.

She said that because she has me, she'll always be on top.

And that she was sending her strength to me at that single moment in time, but offered me no reason why. Simply knowing that I would know the "why" without needing her words to define it.

Why is because she can see without even opening her eyes.
Why is because she can read without ever seeing a single serif, without a single true word, she can read between my lines.
Why is because she knows me better than I know myself.
Why is because she can feel my intonations, my unique connotations,
why I pick the words I do, why I order them, rhyme them or simply deny them.

Why is because she knows when there are tears beyond dry eyes and quiet lashes.
Why is because she is my sister, my blood,
my sweat and my tears, my smiles and joys, my pain and my pride.

Why is because
she cares.

We were made to go together like Marley & Reggae baby. I know you are not a believer, but you are part of the reason I have any faith in God, because no one but God could give me the gift of you & your love.

I thank you deeper than any ocean, for knowing me and loving me and walking beside me every single day. For seeing past what I show simply because you just know.

This onion-layered girl loves you to the core of my core. You are the blood of my blood, the moon of my stars. xo