that girl that changes the atmosphere of the room when she walks in, the one whose name is something so familiar and yet seems brand new to you each time it is said, the way she moves is music, she can break the floor underneath you or make you leap to your death. The one thing you want to possess but never truly will, someone that doesn’t need to be pressed into a mold. She is free, she could break you but she would never, her eyes have a voice heard only by your heart. You wake up longing to hold her, you hug her goodbye and secretly wish to never let go. You hang onto each word she says and when there are no more words; each breath she takes.