Dear wombie,
I just wanted to thank you, for being my twin. Thanks big stister, for being there. Thanks wombie, for being:
My friend.
My comfort.
My cheerleader.
My kicker-in-the-behinder.
Thanks, big stister, for being you. You mean the world to me. Truly. You have allowed me to:
Cry.
Fuss.
Scream.
Wonder.
Doubt.
Rage.
Pout.
Sometimes, all in one phone conversations..lol.
I appreciate you. I just wanted to share, openly, all you have meant to and for me, secretly.
Sis, if any have been encouraged, by my blog, it’s due, in part, because of your support and care. For me.
You amaze me, big stister. You roll your eyes when I am being particularly getting on your nerveness. You answer the phone, KNOWING you are set to experience any manner of stupidness that may and does/will come out of this mouth of mine.
Before I end my night, big stister, I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate your being in my life.
Keep on being you, would you please?
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I love my wombie…
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
- REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
- IT ME!
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 