You'd assume she was disconnected. Her own world fits into a bubble, bouncing and shimmering with her energy. Her big brown eyes pulse with excitement, her face framed with shimmering bits lining each ear. Each day poses a new adventure to her, but you'd never guess how much those beautiful eyes saw. She can sense anything off balance, no matter how small. Don't bother trying to pretend, she can read your mind. And why bother? She's brilliant with advice, and a great shoulder to cry on. For anyone who needs her, her twitching fingers calm down enough to hold them.
Two words. That's all it took. And she could tell.
"What's wrong?" she pressed.
"Nothing, I-"
"It's those boys isn't it?"
"Don't be ridicul-"
"You like him."
And with a sigh, I tell her everything. And she lets me. She picks me back up and sets me right side up.
Isn't it funny how she can hold so much pain, yet never show a scratch herself? But even if one could, nobody dare ever rain on her parade. So march on, my dearest. Smile, and march on. And thank you.
words cannot describe how much i adore this post.
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