This is for The Girl,
The girl that I first met the summer before 6th grade.
The girl that I just glanced at now and then, but didn't have the courage to go up to
The one who I wanted to talk to really bad, but I sat there, and I observed.
The girl who seemed different, new, quiet, shy, ye had so much to say. And I wanted to listen.
The girl who wasn't my best friend when we first met, no it was the girl who I simply wanted to get to know, but somehow in this process I found much more.
The girl I had dared to eat a mixture of disgusting food, just because. The first test she had passed. She was brave. (Well, I knew she was brave when she first smiled at me).
The girl who did numerous amount of projects with me, and experienced my crazy/goofiness.
The girl who gave me a hug when I got hit in the head with a basket ball (and soccerball, and football, and even a dictionary)
The girl who taught me, over a period of time that I wasn't being me. And so I opened up more, and as I did, the deeper I began falling into the vast sea of our bond.
The girl who I felt proud for, whenever she had achieved something. Whenever she had proved someone wrong, or proved herself right.
The girl, the only girl who made me smile even when they laughed at me, not just because I loved the feeling of laughing with her, but because I loved the sound of her laugh. Nothing special, nothing like the melodic sound of a harp, no, it was more than that. It was her.
The one who had listened to me, that day outside, in the yard, when I had told her, that my life wasn't perfect. That there were things about me that weren't so beautiful And she didn't leave, didn't give me a look of pity, no. She just listened Listened to the songs in my heart. And she didn't push me, didn't tell me to tell her. She just listened.
The girl who listened. Who listens
The girl who I wanted to fall with, even if I got a few bruises. It would be worth it
The girl who I knew cared about me, even when we had our small fights.
The girl who, when we had our small battles, gave me comfort by (knowingly or unknowingly) helping me realize that no relationship is perfect, and it's resolving these small bumps in the road that maek a bond stronger.
The girl who saw the truth, who saw what I saw.
The girl who would sarcastically roll her eye when I'd flip my hair, or who would do a face-palm every two seconds when around my stupidity
The girl who didn't look at me like I was stupid when I asked her for help in even the simplest math problems (well when I seriously needed the help).
The girl who allowed me to give her hugs, even when I knew she didn't love hugs. The one who gave me hugs when I needed them most, and sometmes, just because.
The girl who I believed in, who I knew would make a good leader and most of all, an amazing/supportive best friend.
The girl who accepted me wth my flaws, just as I accepted her completely, every single part of her, every mistake.
The one who I didn't just feel the need to stand up for, but who I also wanted to be able to stand up for herself.
The girl who made me laugh when I cried, and soemtimes made me laugh so much I cried.
The girl who sang her melody, her song, while I accompanied her, supporting her. The one wholet me do so, to make myself feel wanted.
The girl who made me feel wanted. Who made me feel as though I had a place in someone's heart, someone who loved equally as much as she did me.
The one who speaked with me in our own language (literally and figuratively)
The girl who knew when I was sad, and knew my hidden emotions. The one who noticed.
The girl who claims that I supported her, when I feel that it was the other way around (well, both ways).
The girl who luaghed and said "We're the worst", the only one who I was more than happy to hea that from. We were both the worst, together.
The girl who gained my trust, who helped me gain courage, who let me cry in her arms and laugh on her shoulder (yeah, i know, its backwards, we're like that)
The one who stayed with me whether I was sad, happy, mad, angry, or anything. Who didn't just laugh with me, but cried with me.
The girl who believed in me more than me myself.
The girl who encouraged me to take a ate forward.
The one, the only one, who I imagine being best friends with in the future.
The one who has seen me in my worst and best states, and who has held my hand through all.
The girl who I never got tired of listening to, even while finishing up my hw 5 minuted before it is due.
The one who never asked question when I would just give her random hugs.
The girl who showed me a world, a world where I wasn't as alone as I used to be.
The girl who probably knows (or maybe isn't aware of) the amount of love I have in my heart for her.
The girl who I love, who I trust, who I know will be there for me.
The girl who I am not scared to share my feelings with.
The girl who may not feel the same way about certain things, but yet she supports me all the same.
The girl who let me squeeze her hand, or randomly have temper tantrums.
The girl who didn't ask any questions or get angry a me when I yelled at her when I was not in the mood (even though my actions were not okay, or justified).
The girl who can call me anything, any name, but yet all I would have is a smile on my face.
The girl who I want to apoligive to, the one who I would like to thank.
The one who I am boring through my lecture.
The girl who I cant thank enough even within 1165 words.
The girl. A bird. A bird, who I have caged in my heart, and whom I do not want to let go.
The one who will take my heart with her, if I let her go.
The girl. That one girl.
One girl. So much to give, so much to share.
The girl I have loved, do love, and will love for as long as I can.
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This is Me
AcakDo not read this if you don't wish to. This isn't a story book. It's me, my life, my fate. These are my feelings. This is my story. And I would like to share it with you, if you allow me. Give me a chance, maybe I can change your world. Maybe. You...
