They are supposed to love you and support you,
They are supposed to be the ones the love you no matter what.
They are supposed to not cheat on you,
They are supposed to be there for you when you need someone.
Girlfriends are supposed to be the first person you go to,
Girlfriends are supposed to be the person that makes you laugh and smile when you are having a good or bad day.
They aren’t supposed to bring you down,
They are supposed to be the number one person you can count on,
Girlfriends are supposed to be the person you start missing the second you aren’t hanging out anymore.
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Michaela La Brie
I love taking photos, I love hanging out with my family and friends. I care about my family and friends.
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