Since this gorgeous vixen walked into my life 11 years ago, she slowly but surely gained everything I had and everything I wanted. As I pointed out she was beautiful, on top of that she was confident, sassy, and absolutely effing crazy. She instantly wooed all my friends and my first potential boyfriend. (Whom she married) I hated her with a passion but I wanted so much to be what she was, my own desire made me another person lost in adoration.

Now this girl... this woman. Is married to my first crush, the mother of a precious daughter and future mother to another baby due next year. I can't help but to have those same feelings I had when I first met her. The hate balled up with the jealousy and this odd new feeling of pride, knowing that I am not the same girl I was when we met. I don't hate her anymore, and I wouldn't exactly call myself jealous. But I am empathetic, something I felt then but interpreted completely wrong.

I am happy that I can call her my friend. And not just the batch I wanna be like. It feels like a little bit of TRIUMPH in my otherwise melodramatic-comedy/tragedy or a life.

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