Headlights on the Highway

I didn’t know it at the time, but I was one of the lucky few people who got to enjoy her.
The more time I spent with her, the more I noticed that there was something she was hiding.
I could tell that the secret she withheld from me was beyond what I imagined.
But after all the moments we had together, I found out what caused her to be so wild and reckless.
Although she didn’t care about the world, she always spoke of leaving her mark. It was what she wanted more than life itself.
I am convinced that I was blind before I met her.
Not literally but figuratively.
She confounded me with her view of life, opening my eyes to the endless possibilities that I couldn’t see before.
All the things she ever said to me were filled with double-meanings.
But of course, I didn’t notice they had a double-meaning until it was too late.
They all led back to one conclusion.

She was just a little girl who was terribly scared.

She was terribly scared of being forgotten.

This isn’t a story about love and its great works. Nor is it about miracles and the lucky people who receive them.

This is a tragic story about two people who should’ve never met.