Someone To Remember

A.J wasn't like all the other girls out there. She was one of a kind. Though only i ever saw she was a good kind of different. She was -is still- beautiful. She had these peircing brown eyes and skin to match. Brilliant, i had called her about everyday. A.J was an artist. Not the type that drew and sculpt with paint and clay. No, not her she created pictures with words dancing across pages, twirling above our heads. She made lifeless words come to life, if only words could keep us alive. She was kind and modest and at some point in her life that changed but she, never did. If they're was a phraze to define her life no one did it better than her. A hero who became a villain because it was written that way.

"Life isn't about making the most freinds or the most money. It's not about random flings gold and bling. Life is about building bonds and creating mistakes to learn from. It's about finding someone worth fighting for. My life is about being someone to remember."