About two years ago, my girlfriend left me. She told me she only got together with me because it was part of a bet with some friends. Of course, I didn't feel good about it afterward.
About a week later, I got into a big fight with my parents, even though we normally get along well. It ended with them telling me I was useless and wishing I'd never existed. That, combined with my girlfriend leaving me, probably made me vulnerable. Then I met a girl from Sweden; she was the best thing that ever happened to me. She helped me through that time. We texted nonstop for months, then slowly lost touch; days without writing turned into weeks, then months, and so on. Then, six months later, she texted me out of the blue and asked if I was okay. Somehow, she knew I was feeling terrible again; it was perfect timing. Life was going downhill again. My grades were getting worse, and my parents were angry again. She called the next day and said she was coming to visit me. From Sweden, all the way to Germany. She was just coming to visit me. We met, did a lot together, even went to Italy. We spent every second together. She's the older sister I never had; she's everything an older sister should be. It felt like I'd known her my whole life. She saved me from myself. I hope I'll never find myself in that position again, where I need her for that reason, where only her love saved me. I'm eternally grateful to her. Even though she eventually had to return to Sweden, the time we spent together and have spent since will always be treasured.
