We all have that one person who is like our sister, but better. It's that person who isn't bound to us by blood, but that couldn't make you any closer. She knows you better than anyone, and is someone you talk to about everything. She doesn't judge you, and encourages you to be yourself.

My god-sister is that person for me. Our mothers were best friends in high school, and pregnant with all of their kids around the same time.

Needless to say, we are so much alike. We've been best friends for as long as I can remember, and she continued us being close by making me the godmother of her daughter. That was a magical day by itself because I was the first person she thought of even though I'm almost a thousand miles away. Nothing compares to that kind of love. Out of everyone I miss back home, I would have to say she is definitely number one.

I have a hundred stories about how close we are, but I'm only gonna stick to a few.

One of my personal favorites is her birthday party one year. We are Batman and Harley Quinn fanatics, so she had a Batman/Comic book themed party. She dressed up as Harley, and even bought me a new Batman shirt. I found it ironic because it was her birthday. I ended up getting so carried away with buying her presents, that I was unable to buy my shirt for the party. I never asked her to, but she bought me that shirt for the party. It may not seem like a big deal to other people, but to me it was sweet, and meant so much to me. Even in a relationship like ours, it's the little things that mean the most.

She and I are alike in many ways. One of the biggest ways is our love for photography, which ties into my favorite story. It's actually the most emotional because it was the last time I saw her. I had made a large decision to move to Indianapolis for a life change, and try to make a marriage work (which didn't). The first person who knew about this plan was her. She wasn't thrilled about me moving so far away, but supported me regardless.

My last memory with her was my last day in Florida. I wouldn't relive it any other way. We took a ride out to the beach, and took a bunch of pictures. One of them is shown here:

This day holds a special place in my heart for two reasons. The first being that this was the last time I saw her, and the second being that this was the last time I saw the ocean.

I asked her if she wanted to hang out before I left--a question I didn't even need to ask. She picked me up, and we went to the beach, and then to dinner with another close friend after. Saying goodbye to her is still one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do.

What makes it okay is all the memories we have. This picture holds a memory in itself:

It looks just like food. However, when we look at it, we see a lunch date at Famous Amos in Jacksonville, my hometown. I was going through some serious relationship issues, and all I wanted was to be with her. I stayed with her for the night, and the next day we had this lunch date. I got country fried steak, fried okra, and something else. She got breakfast food, including bacon. I love bacon, as do most people. She gave me a piece of bacon, and I was all happy about it. No one shares their bacon with just anyone, especially when its only two or three pieces.

I spoke to her about this, and she agreed about one of our favorite nights. She had a Halloween party at her house, and I wasn't feeling the greatest, but I wouldn't have missed it for the world. The party was fun, but what we enjoyed most, was after the party was over. After all the other people had left, I stayed. We sat on the couch, watching The Big Bang Theory, ate crab legs, and butter pecan ice cream--just the container and two spoons.

We are proof that distance mean nothing. We haven't seen each other in what seems like forever. She's my best friend, and I don't know what I'd do without her. She's a part of me, and I'm a part of her. She's the reason I'm who I am today.

You're the best, and no one will ever take your place.