Sofia.
There's something beautiful about the name, but it's something I don't recognize.
Why?
Is it the choice of letters?
The smoothness when you say it, just like melted butter?
Or the common aspect of it?
But it does remind me of some things.
Raven hair tied up messily.
Neutral colored sweaters in a hot summer day.
The strumming of a guitar.
The contagious laughter.
The height difference.
They aren't anything special, but something about it is special.
And I think that it's because it all makes up to one Sofia.
The Sofia who's had broken relationships.
The Sofia who seems to be under constant stormy clouds.
The Sofia who constantly blamed herself for everything that goes wrong.
But she's still Sofia.
The Sofia who embraces her talents.
The Sofia who cherishes her friends the most.
The Sofia who does the stupidest things.
The Sofia who doesn't realize how much she truly means to people.
The Sofia who cares for me.
The Sofia who I want to remind that, it's okay.
Because out of all the many Sofia's in the world, that's what makes her Sofia.
The Sofia who I love.
And the Sofia who loves me.
That Sofia.
