This isn't our first rodeo.
We've been here before and that time wasn't the best of time. I was worried for you, I was scared for you, I was tired for you and all for good reason. I was legit scared that I was going to lose someone that I admired, I was scared that I was going to lose someone I looked up to for inspiration, I was scared that I was going to lose someone that I love. Those days were the hardest days because I couldn't physically be there to support one of the few people that I have to support in this world. It ate me up inside because I knew what you were going through and I felt powerless because even though you had family with you, I felt like you could've used all of the positive energy in the room with you that you could get. I will admit that while I know how to handle rejection with perfection, I still haven't learned how to deal with the loss of a loved one. The only thing that I could do at the moment I was the weakest and most fragile was to get down on my knees and just pray, and pray I did.
And the moment I admitted that I was powerless and that I needed Him, something happened.
Your light grew.
The power of you, the burning of your spirit, the gleam in your eyes returned. You not only came back to your old form, you returned with a vengeance. You came for life with a roar in your voice and a hunger in your stomach. If people ever wondered what a lioness looked like, all they had to do was look at you and they saw every confirmation that they needed to see. You wanted every dream fulfilled, every goal obtained, you wanted they very essence of life itself and you wouldn't stop until you made it your own. The confidence and mission like attitude that you had couldn't be duplicated, you were your own woman. A feminist that wouldn't be told how to act or carry herself.
You were you, but so much more at the same time.
You are everything beautiful in this world.
While you walked around taking everything you wanted and giving nothing to those who wish to see you fail, you did it with such grace. You style, class, etiquette was befitting of a queen. You showed the men that they had no other choice but to respect you, you showed the women that they had no choice but to give you your props and you showed the children that there this is such a thing is a woman to be look up to. You walked around with your body full of tattoos, hair flowing around in the wind, and your body, (for lack of a better word), free as it could ever be. You managed to blend pure hunger with sheer will to win and you draped it in humbleness and grace.
To me, there is no better way to be a Queen.
But at the end of the day, you're still Devri to me.
You're still that girl who sends me funny memes to my inbox, random Snapchats of you being goofy, songs that provoke feelings and chastise me when I'm being hard on myself. You gave me a swift kick in the ass before when I was slacking with the blogging and you lead by example every step of the way. Now that I'm doing what I'm suppose to do you're holding me accountable and you make sure to tell me that I'm doing a great job. I honestly couldn't ask for a better friend that stands in my corner while making sure that I realize who's standing in that corner.
Most people who've never had the pleasure of meeting you and only know you from the many things you do through social media and just adore your beauty won't know the things that you've been through to get where you are now. But as I said in the first part of this letter, you are the most inspirational person that I know, and no one will ever replace who you are in my life. The first go around I was so scared I was going to lose you, that I was just appreciating the fact that you are here.
This time around I'm just a guy admiring how much a Queen has her crown shining, and that is the most beautiful and respectable thing a woman has ever shown me.
And that's why I'm proud to call you my friend.
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