She knows what it is to love someone like that. She understands it. Her and I love in the same way, we have the same heart.
Sometimes even the same thoughts. Which keeps being weird. We both want to dye our hair blonde. We both need therapy. Difference is, she has the taste I used to have before I became a pleaser. She's me when I was a teenager. So sometimes her presence makes me feel nostalgia. I want to go back to those things I used to like and I just can't because I grew up.
She's very smart. She says I am too. I know I am, but she knows more about all subjects, and I don't.
She's interested in psychology and I am too. She analyzes people, and reads psychology books. I do too, I've read 2 and a half so far.
Sometimes she comes up with very deep and random subjects that are things I have experienced and I thought no one else would, but she has, because she's a woman, and women instinctively have an internal fear of older men. We relate in a bunch of things because we're both women.
After a while we both get bored of talking and ask the same questions over and over. Or sometimes she's sewing and I just hear the machine. We like to be in each others company. We like to be alone and we don't depend on anyone because we learned to be independent. We hate people sometimes. It's mainly just us being jerks but then we feel bad so we're not really jerks. There's people we care about more and people we care about less.
We're both mean but we're both kind. We both have peer pressure fear.
She's another version of me.
