Authored by: anjamarie on Wednesday, October 01 2008 @ 01:11 AM CDT

Kirsten entered this world on the 22nd of January, 1983 -- 10 months and 11 days after myself. From the moment we met, she was my best friend. Our fathers are brothers, but we were never just cousins. She was my soul's sister. My split apart. My muse. My angel. During the 25 years, 8 months, and 4 days I was privileged to know her, we were inseparable. No matter how much time passed between face-to-face visits, no matter how much space stretched between us, I could always close my eyes and melt that distance. I know it isn't futile to hope that I can still hold onto her embrace. I know her passion, and her strength, and her perfect, open heart will never be far from me or the others' whose lives she touched. I miss her smile. I miss her laugh. I miss the feeling of her hand in mine. I miss long walks. I miss home-cooked meals. I miss sitting cross-legged, sharing cup after cup of tea. I miss late-night, whispered secrets. I miss my very first friend. We're one goddess short on earth today. And every piece of me aches. I love you babyK.

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