When you find someone who's walking next to you - not behind you or in front of you, but next to you - you'll know.
That was Mrs. Van Wyk's advice. It made sense then, and it makes sense now.
But I didn't realize until three years later that it doesn't just apply to love. What was meant as post-breakup advice was life advice - and damn good one at that.
See, three years later, this defines my relationships. My best friends, my colleagues, my sisters -- we walk next to each other.
We're a team.
We're dynamic duos and terrible trios.
We're the Boden familia.
We're the blondie to each other's brownie.
We're the partners in crime.
We're the day ones.
We're the Asoreys.
We know we're stronger together. We're better together. So we walk side by side and support each other.
But that doesn't mean we're complacent. It doesn't mean we're the same. It doesn't mean we don't push each other. Hell, sometimes it's more of a sprint than a walk.
But it does mean that we value each other. We're proud of each other.
And Mrs. Van Wyk was right: you'll just know.