Since I was small up till now, I really look up to her. I just want to be exactly like her. She's my role model. She's my example in everything I do. She's like a perfectionist. Everything she does, she says, it's most likely perfect. Maybe after reducing her 'lecture' skills a bit, every single time, for every single thing, even little ones, which err most of the times annoying to the core, she'll be beyond perfect. Her life, her family, her career, her studies. Everything seems perfect to me. Ohh how I wish to live like her and be like her.
But I grow up as time passed by. I guess I realize one thing. I can never share the same life as anyone else in this whole world even if I'm dying to. You are lucky enough to be different. Never change. And so, I give up the idea of being like her slowly without I even noticed.
Being a grown up is an amazing time and a hard time as well. It's when you learn something new and make mistakes. It's when you fall in love and taste different kinds of emotions. It's when you make your best friends. I have girls who will never leave my heart and I still talk to. You get the best and the worst as you grow up. You have the best friendships and the worst heartbreaks. More than enough then.
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