heal

viii.

"Her soul contained tiny fragments of the universe. Her mother's laugh that comforted her, the hint of brown in her lovers eyes, her galaxy backed journal. She was everything from her favorite song to her innermost thoughts at 3 am. She was the tears that she drowned in at 2 am and the songs she hummed at 2 pm. She was the coffee she drank on a rainy day and the books she read in the summer. She was every place she ever visited and every place she was yet to encounter. She was every boy she liked and every boy she didn't. She was every page of poetry she wrote and every conversation she ever had. She was the person you ran to at 3 am sobbing. And every person you smiled at 9 am. She was like a piece of unfinished poetry or your favorite novel missing the last page. A beautiful enigma that was just waiting to be solved by the right person."

— thewriterthatnobodynoticed