I lost a dear friend today.
I met her a little over two years ago, and we had an instant connection.
She was way hotter than me, but it was ok, because she really preferred to be in the background, hidden.
She lifted me up when I felt droopy, made me feel so comfortable in her presence and I felt cool just knowing she was there.
I can probably count the days I went without her on one hand.
But today, she died.
I saw it coming.
There were signs.
I tried to find a replacement to no avail.
Noone will ever be able to make me look as good as she did while feeling as good as I did with her.
That's right people. We're talking about my favorite bra.