My Little Jet-ski

Jet-ski is a nickname that I somehow came up with, years ago, for Jessica. She and I have been friends for exactly 10 years this December. One year ago, I asked Jessica if she would like to move up to Dallas and live in my tiny one bedroom apartment with Taylor and I so that I could help her get started with college. We lived for 8 months together in that apartment then got our own in August and many changes happened in my life along the way.

If it wasn't for Jessica I am not sure that I would have had the courage to move on and let Taylor go, I wouldn't have had anyone here in Dallas to lean on through such a hard time. She kept my mind off of things throughout my healing process and helped me learn to loosen up every now and then and have some fun. I like to think I helped her out along the way, as well. When she needed a ride I was there, when she needed a paper written or edited, I was there. When she needed a guiding hand or encouragement, I was there.We have both been there for eachother for so long.

Now, things are changing. I am growing up and I don't need anyone to be there for me, at least not in the ways that I used to. I am becoming a strong, independent woman, who needs to have her own space, and spend time alone figuring out who she really is. So I decided a few weeks ago to move out of the apartment Jessica and I share. The last few weeks have been filled with worries, insecurities, and resentment toward eachother and our futures, but these past few days have really turned things around, and I feel like what's meant to be has fallen in to place.

Jess and I have spent some time together this week we laughed, cried, reminisced, and shared our concerns in a healthy way. She knows that I love her to death and I want the best for her, but I also have to do what is best for me. Your future is bright, baby girl, so shine on :) I love you.

<3 Victoria