Everyone loved Her.
Everyone needed Her.
Everyone wanted Her.
Everyone adored Her.
Everyone said how perfect She was.
Everyone knew that She was special.
But She never thought of herself as special. She always saw other people better and thought they were better than her. She was one if the most insecure people I've known. Constantly looking around her to make sure people weren't laughing at her or making up stories about her. Her social anxiety was so high it would hurt to just watch her, stutter an fumble with her words.
But that's what everyone loved about her. She was imperfect in ways but those imperfections made her who she was.
And my god she was the most beautiful and perfect creature I have eer seen to walk this earth.
