I've gone back and forth, side to side, up and down, all around over and over. And yet I reach the same conclusion: Talk to her.
She's optimistic in the darkest of times, she is never ashamed of her thoughts and scribbles them all over her note books. She's always just a little tired but brings us all energy. She's short and adorable and has the most wonderful smile. She is the human equivalent of the word 'wonderful' written in loopy handwriting. She has stories, and thoughts, and laughs that one must hear. Most of all, she's full of wonder.
She has never once judged me for anything strange I've thought and always stays there. She has the most beautiful outlook on the world I've ever seen. No matter what happens, whenever I'm alone (or if I'm feeling grey) I think to myself 'Talk to her. She gets you.' And you do.
She's older than I am and I'll never forget it. She's one mark above me at all times, in anything and everything. And she deserves to be. She says with utter certainty that I'll be okay. I honestly have no clue how she does it, she just looks at me and I get lost in her eyes. Freckles and constellations as she'd say. She plays guitar beautifully and loves music not because it's popular or catchy but because it's poetic and kind and beautiful, like her. When she's excited and I see her smile and stare at me with her gorgeous brown eyes, I melt. When I ask about something strange she's done, she always starts the story with 'Well...'. Whenever she dyes her hair some new colour, it always looks like it was made for her. No matter how hard things become for her, which is pretty damn hard, she remains the light of optimism in my life. And I remembered how hard it was without her, before I met her, only recently. But she always remains there. One can find happiness in even the darkest of times. You just have to turn on the light. She is my light, and I have found her.
She knows who she is.
