Her name is Brooke Castillo

I was starting to think Brooke didn’t love me. Turns out, Brooke was starting to think I didn’t love her.

And that made me want to laugh.

And, then, that made me want to cry.

How absurd, I thought.

And, then, I thought, how sad.

Me stop loving Brooke? Never gonna happen. I told her so. And I never will.

Her name is Brooke Castillo.

She is my teacher.

She is my mentor.

She is my coach.

She is my friend.

When you hate on her, you hate on me.