A paragraph from a recent english personal narrative essay about my ex/bestfriend

I had met Isabel when I was fifteen. She was the closest friend I have ever had. In the beginning, she would be my therapist. She would listen to my problems and give me advice. Anytime I wanted to talk she was there for me. We would play video games and have movie nights. After 3 years of friendship we became romantically involved. To me our relationship was pure bliss, I would leave work and drive to her house every day, her sister eventually got mad at me for being over so often. I loved it though; the connection was so strong. I could listen to her talk for hours, and even when there was silence, knowing that she was there gave me peace of mind. All the anxiety in my body would leave me when she was around. She got me into new hobbies, movies, and music. She saw me change throughout the years, and I saw her change. She learned all my secrets, and I learned hers. She went through struggle, and I tried to be there for her. After two years of being together, I, stupidly, got scared that I would be trapped and not be able to live my early twenties. I would trade all my previous friendships for friendship with her again. She has single-handedly made me a better person. She has single-handedly taught me more than I could ever learn with anyone else.

I wrote this paragraph for my English class this past semester. I was really proud of it. My professor told me I had out done myself. I wanted to share it here aswell.