Not everything has to mean something

There are some things about ourselves that others will never truly understand. Yet if you're lucky, sometimes you find a single person, or even two (what sweet serendipity!) that have walked in your shoes and cried your tears. I've been incredibly fortunate to have that in my friend Kanika. This is not the night to write about my pent up frustration or concealed teen angst (yes still teen despite my ripe age of 24), I am just writing to say that I'm grateful.