I am a firm believer in fate. I'm constantly amazed at how perfectly things seem to work out, even if it seems disastrous in the moment. I also think that people come in and out of our lives for a reason and there is a reason why they come, and a reason why they leave. I have been doing some reminiscing lately and it has got me thinking about why I am who I am. I stumbled on a couple of old Facebook messenger conversations for a couple of years ago with a few girls that I am no longer close friends with. Now, I'm not saying that I am totally heartbroken that these people have left my life, I just find it interesting how someone who I used to share all my secrets with has become so distant, almost like a stranger. After reading these conversations I also read through a couple of more recent conversations with some of my very best friends. It got me thinking how lucky I am to have such wonderful people in my life. People who will laugh with me, cry with m