The first day I saw her was interesting for me because I didn't know who she was.
When I first saw her she didn't introduce herself. It was almost as if she wasn't there, but when I looked at her I saw something in her eyes that I hadn't seen before. I saw pain but at the same time I saw independence and spirit.
I knew it wouldn't be an easy task to be her friend but I couldn't have been more wrong. Once I had finally gotten to know her I felt like we had been friends for a while.
Even though she didn't open up to me I felt like I could trust her.
She was different than other girls that I knew she kept to herself and only shared when necessary. We talked a lot, but not about her. She didn't like to talk about her self.
more time passed and I learn more about her family and her life it wasn't much but it was a start.
She was happy and talented. She was hilarious and knew how to make everybody laugh. I've never met anyone like her. She was so different than anyone else.
Everybody liked her, who didn't?
She was wonderful and everything else in between but I couldn't tell her, not yet.
I knew it was wrong to feel this way but I didn't care. The only question I had, would she feel the same way?
