A quiet soul,
That was my first
impression of you.

A true beauty,
With a body that had
Curves in all the right places.
I thought, "What an interesting being."

But oh, how time flies.
Your first words I remember you asked me for help, and as you took your seat beside me, I daily realized you are anything but a quiet soul.

Secretive,
a foodie,
And a girl who has adopted my water-drinking skills,
I saw things in you that made me laugh to oblivion.

You told stories of how you held on,
And memories that embarrassed you on end, And in all that, I saw a girl who was trying to hold on, and be like others.

Maybe it was the pressure of trying to fit in, or may be it was easier that way, but that's how you've lived,
as I have gotten to know you more, I've see how you try with most of your effort to make others who are around happier than yourself.

I love your sense of fashion.
How your vintage outfits seems to align with modern ones, and how you make it look really simple and cute. And even then, I think you...