there's a girl who i met long before
i entered the old room that she used when she was young, the other day.
it was still left the same way
when she left for her new chapter of marriage in her life.
her books still shelved in the wooden bookshelves.
her clothes still in the old closet.
her murals still left on the walls.
her arts dangling from the ceiling.
her presence-
i couldn't sleep that night-
it wasn't because i loved her-
not like that
but because she was such an inspiring, loving, and beautiful human.
her books of history with a bit of romance scattered.
hot pink rug.
pictures and letters and posters from those she loved hanged up.
her past, her secrets, her life-
filled here.
her young self-
the presence was so strong.
it made me wish so badly to become friends with the old her.
it made me ache- to want to see her again...
soon.
it seems she inspired a lot of people.
was loved by a lot.
had best friends.
made wise choices.
was incredibly intelligent enough to get into an ivy program.
her pictures are all over this house.
her memories.
her family.
i hope that one day, i can meet her again-
to see what she's like now
because she haunts me-
her old self does-
for being such a wonderful human-
something i could never be.
i miss her.
i hope we can get back in touch soon.
i thought i knew who she was,
but i learned that i hardly knew her at all.
To the girl who i thought i knew.
To the girl whose name starts with an M.
To the girl who is a true human being; the star in the dark.
And to the girl who captured my heart.
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Footnotes
Forever, you will be in my heart - inspiring me.
God, how i want to be her.
-Listening to "Never the 1" by ROSIE.
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