There was a girl I used to know but I haven’t seen her in awhile. She was beautiful, smart, confident, free-spirited. She could turn an uneasy silence into a conversation. She could make you smile just like that, and she could even make you cry just like that. She felt like she could change the world, paint it different colors. She could conquer anything. She believed in fairy-tales, dreams, and love. Until that day when he took his love away... her smile faded and turned to tears and now that the tears have run dry she feels empty, lonely, even though she’s not alone. Her pride has faded. Her hope seems lost. She doubts herself, no longer feels worthy or beautiful. Now the silence is her own. Her eyes have dulled. Her laugh is forever changed. The colors she tries to paint are now dried up and grey. Her dreams have disappeared. Her fairy-tale is just a memory that’s long gone all because he took his love away. I miss that girl.