I’ve Had Enough of Tough Love

Be nice and talk kindly to me or leave me alone

Photo by Artur Voznenko on Unsplash

I had a best friend during and after high school. We were inseparable, we talked a lot, we shared everything with each other. We were spending so much time together that people thought we were sisters — even though we looked nothing alike, for our movements and gestures were synced to each other. For years, I couldn’t have imagined…