Coffee cake

I want to start by saying I’m not a coffee drinker. I don’t like it - as a drink, in chocolates, even in a cocktail. When you made that amazing looking cake and asked me if I wanted a slice I of course said yes. Just as I was about to take a bite I asked the flavour, you said coffee...I prepared myself for faking a smile and pretending it was delicious, I took a bite...best thing I’ve ever tasted. Perfection. And that was the thing about you, you made everything wonderful. 

We were kindred spirits, my sisters best friend but someone I could easily count as a friend of my own. We had the same thoughts on everything, it was an ongoing joke in our WhatsApp groups and when we’d all hang out at parties, we had a nickname where we combined our names, such was the fact that if one of us had an opinion on something, the other would think the same. We laughed at the same things, rolled our eyes at the same people and definitely did NOT approve of that married guest at the wedding flirting with every woman he could find. 

You were so cool, not in an intimidating way but effortlessly so, you had no idea how bad ass you were. You did things your way, you joked that you blended into the crowd but everyone you met loved you, the girl with the amazing curly hair, the perfect smile and the kindest, purest heart. 

You were a couple of weeks away from getting your dreams and that’s why it’s so cruel. That you’re gone. 
It hasn’t hit me properly yet, I just can’t compute it - who will I go to at the next social gathering to guarantee I have a great night? Who will come out with the same sarcastic, no BS advice as me? Who will be there as the friend that everyone needs? 

I’ll probably never have coffee cake again, yours - like you - was one of a kind.