There is something lonely about her. The way she walks and the way she talks. No one knows her story, and no one will ever do. Sadness lingers around her, but no one notices. The way she contemplates her food and the way she eats it slowly. The way she treats others with kindness, and the way she tells you to love every bit of yourself more, because she never did to herself. The way she loves being alone and the way she finds beauty in everything even in dead flowers. The way she goes comforting other people or the way she happens not to laugh at the things you find embarrassing. The way she loves a person, but doesn’t show it for fear, but she does, she really does. If you happen to cross paths with her, love her entirely. Show her that there’s love. Make her feel it. And if you do, and if you showed it, then you Sir would be the luckiest person on earth to have her. For she will unconditionally love you and she will show you the world with kindness for she knows.

















