No love, I don't think, my love for her will ever come to an end. I have been standing still on her beauty, on her voice since the day I laid my eyes on her. She has been my biggest inspiration and with her, I would even let my armor down. She is someone who will never remain silent on things that need to be acknowledged, is not afraid to bring the conflicting subject in the discussion, and loves, even when she is threatened, she cannot be silenced!
It has been years,12/13 years, and my love for her still stands strong. Recalling the old days, I learn more about us. We grew up together. I shared my pain with her and she made sure to convert them into stories and always made me smile. It is beautiful to finally realize she was evolving and despite the stones being thrown at her, she ensured I am watered properly and kept motivating me.
I cannot picture how difficult it must have been for her to keep fighting alone and to flower me with all beautiful thoughts even in her darkest time. She was fighting all alone. She was bullied for not being pretty enough, not having a good voice, judged for sharing her personal stories, and targeted whenever she tried to speak against something undesirable which was prevailing. She starved to ensure they don't comment on her weight but despite this, she was harassed for being too skinny, little did they know she was near to collapsing every time she was giving all her energy to us. How badly she wanted to make friends, but couldn't! She was young, full of energy, full of talent and so was her heart filled with guilt struggling to make a way out of all the judgment being passed to her.
She smiled beautifully and little did I notice the forced smile on her face. She always told me that with me she forgets all her troubles and falling in my arms was her safe haven. With me, she could go against the world and still win. I have been her underlining force and till I am there, nothing could ever touch her. The faith she had in me is still undoubtedly the most beautiful thing for me. Even at her worst, she always thought of me and despite everything going on with her, she only had eyes for me. She only wanted to ensure I was happy.
She baked cookies for me, invited me to have tea, and did everything she could to share her message, her stories, and make me happy. She had millions of diamonds shining for her, still, she made me feel so special.This lady was only an adolescent when I noticed her. I can't emphasize how beautifully she grew up and along the way she made a young girl grow into an adult. She taught her, never to be afraid to share her message, never get discouraged by the bullies, learn to stand even if they step on you, it doesn't matter if you don't have any friends- one day you will find the one, don't get heartbroken by people leaving you- you need to learn to let go and no matter what happens stick to your values and never be sorry to be a tough one or be the one to stand alone! Love, how can I not love her when she has been able to make a child grow into an adolescent with her stories and still could convey love to a teenager and help her grow into an adult. Her blue eyes, wavy hair, fair skin, her stories delivered by her beautiful voice could mesmerize anyone. How could I not fall for her?
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