"I always knew you would make it."
That was the text I got last night.
From the exact same girl who left me when my bank account hit negative fourteen dollars.
Let me take you back two years.
I was trying to get my tech startup off the ground.
I was working twenty hours a day.
I was sleeping on a stained mattress on the floor of a freezing garage.
My diet consisted of plain white rice and tap water.
I poured every ounce of my soul into my company.
But she didn't see the vision.
She only saw the