Valentine's day of 2017. So it was three years ago. I lost my absolute best friend. I had escaped from my abuser the summer before do it was already a difficult situation. Then I lost her. My best friend. I'm struggling so much. I'm visiting her town on Saturday. I'll be going to her favorite places and her grave. People don't understand because it was natural for her to die before me. She was my Grandmother. Gram as I called her. She was my biggest supporter after my abuse. And someone I trusted above anyone. She was my best friend. And I'm so lost without her.