She once asked me what I thought about belly piercings. I told her you need to have a certain kind of vibe. I told her she has my favorite kind of vibe. She didn't asked what kind but it is the kind that could show you the world and every beautiful and painful sensation at once and make you enjoy it. I didn't say that part. She got a belly piercing a few days later. It looks good on her, as most things do. But I shouldn't say that too loud or she might believe it too much. But maybe not. Maybe there isn't such thing as too much. Maybe she needs to hear it more often.
I usually say she is a magnet. Because she is. Of people and animals. Mostly animals. But aren't people wild animals?! I have an hate and love relationship with that magnetizing energy of hers. And sometimes I stare into her eyes to see if I can break it but she could undress your soul with that look, she really could. Even though is so clear I can see her pain.
And she doesn't need to walk tall because she is tall. Not really tall. She is tiny like a cute child. Like a little girl that can't reach the floor with her feet when sitting on an adult chair. I mock her about it and the way she needs to scoot forward in her motorbike everytime it stops. But she is tall. You can feel it in her presence. And if you can't is because you are a fool.
Also she decided to put art on her body as if she wasn't enough on her own. She is. But god does it look good! I could stare at it forever and still think it's a mystery. Well I could stare at her forever and believe she is still a mystery. Because she would be.
But she can also be simple and normal. Not really normal. Just enough to give other people the opportunity to meet her. Because she is the only one that can decide that, believe me. She has the power to not be fooled and to fool others. But she doesn't. Not really. She is kind in her own dark way of life. But she is light and not dark at all. Just deep. There are no two sides of her just one that makes sense but looks a bit like a mess. A good mess. The kind of mess where you know exactly where you left that clip a few weeks ago. And she still looks in control of it. I need her to teach me how to do that. I want her to teach me a lot of things.
She is a teacher. An English teacher. But more importantly a life teacher. She has so much to tell and share and make us learn. Everyone could learn around her. It's like every word comes with a story that left a little scar. And sometimes you can feel how deep the cut was but other times is like not even a scratch. I hope to never leave the type of scar she would want to cover but to touch her enough to be a story she remembers every five years and smiles. I hope she smiles. She deserves to. But I shouldn't say that too loud or she might believe it too much. But maybe not. Maybe there isn't such thing as too much. Maybe she needs to hear it more often.
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