She
I didn't realize the innate desire for a friend
until I was without one. She appeared in my life
like an angel.
Everything I was not.
Cool, calm and collected as we tumbled through life.
We tumbled through life,
but what mattered was that we were together.
She's one of those girls
who can make you want a different life,
even if you don't know what that different means.
She values my life when I do not.
The quiet to my loud,
The socially aware to my socially incompetent,
The calm before the storm.
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