Her.

It's hard because some days I only want to speak to you. 
I only want to hear you scold me or tell me you're disappointed in me. 

It's something I need, almost like the air I breathe. 

You were my best friend, confidant, and never afraid to speak your mind on my life and choices. 

I feel like I've been spiraling since I lost you.

Some days, it feels like I can find my way again, others I feel hopeless. 

All I can hope is that you're with me no matter what. 

Through good and bad, through thick and thin. 

Don't agree with me, but love me anyway.

These used to be my little secrets, and now they're ours. 

I won't be a disappoinment forever, I promise. 

At some point this lost stray will find her way again. 

Don't lose faith in me. 

If this isn't the end, then I'm not quitting.