She Lives
I ran into her last night. It took me by surprise when I did as it’s been more than a year now. I stared at her like I’d seen a ghost from the past that I never thought I’d run into again. She ran into my arms as if she’d been waiting for me all that time. It was just like she knew I would get through it all and become the person I am now.
I’d long forgotten what she looked liked. Her beautiful eyes that were always full of doubt and insecurity. Her medium length hair that was a home for curling irons as she was always ashamed of her big, curly hair. I could hear her own thoughts, I knew her mind was always put to work and that she’d never stop over thinking; everything. I remember she’d feel offended by the slightest of actions or words. She took everything so seriously. Yet, she was funny and definitely fun to be around. Her heart was weak as she would let almost anyone in, never knew just when to back out of something.
I remember she always thought she was destined for greatness, yet she could never say it out loud…no, not even to herself. That’s how I remember her; young, innocent, naive, unconfident and easily hurt. Yet, humorous, talented, kindhearted and loving. I gazed at her in ultimate surprise, she knew me and I remembered her…just like it was yesterday I remembered her. I now remember everything.
I stood there unable to move or take my eyes off of her. Still in shock, I closed my eyes for a few seconds and when I opened them; she was gone. And there I was once again, it was me in the mirror this time. Everything she wanted to be just a year before. I took everything she told me to heart and I did everything I promised her I would. I live for her and only her. I hope she’s proud. No, I know that she is.
