She came home and for once I couldn't get a solid read on her. She seemed different, but not in a bad way. Just different. After a good five minutes of watching her talk I could tell she was high. That's what it was. She is always happy after smoking, like a giddy girl who was never sad. I love seeing her laugh and do her little dances that are quirky and cute. It makes me believe that one day she will be like that all the time. Truly happy without the small frowns she thinks I don't see. Or the way her smile almost never seems to reach all the way up to her beautiful blue eyes. The way her eyes light up when she smiles is more beautiful than the stars, and I absolutely love the stars. But I would trade seeing the stars for her to smile like that, even just once. I'd give up the stars for her. Because honestly, I think she is more beautiful than those balls of fire in space. She won't ever believe me. And that's okay, because not many people believe they are. But I am going to constantly remind her. Not for my sake, but so she knows for a fact that I believe it.
I may not be sure about what the hell I am doing in life but I do know two things, no, make that three. One, She is one of the most beautiful girls I have ever have had the pleasure of meeting. Two, She is going to go so far in life, even if she doesn't know it. And three, I know I will always love her. She may say I can do better than her, but I know I can't. I also know that I wouldn't trade the small little moments we have, like her giving me a piggy back ride into the house, or her dancing with me in the kitchen. That was one of my favorites I think. She seemed honestly happy. And I think I was too. So maybe I know a few more things than the original three, oh well. I just don't count many of them, for they seem to always change. But she hasn't, not yet anyway. And maybe she will leave. And if she does, maybe I don't know anything at all.
