Love is not only Romance

She was the definition of the unknown. Everyone said they knew her, but I knew no one really did. Her smiles seemed to be holding secrets, her eyes held a look of discomfort. She intrigued me. What had Little Miss Sunshine so distressed? Her laughs were known, her heart so worn out on her sleeves. I noticed the moments no one ever did. I noticed when the cloud of darkness hovered over her. I noticed when she put the walls up. Why? Maybe I had nothing better to do. Maybe I was just scared to see this happen to her. I was scared that she would become another me. Once a drastic change in our maths class occurs, her manifest begins. Silently we both played puzzles with each other. Trying to put our pieces back together. Have my pieces been put back together? I have a feeling only time will tell. However, it seems that each piece of her revealed her true self. All the ugly and beautiful parts that made her, her. They say you go through things that only help you develop. Maybe our friendship was my thing. But then again, I didn’t go through it. I guess you could say it is a never-ending maze. There’s no way out. No matter how many steps you take away from it, you always end up where you started. That fact alone gave me a feeling of stability. She was constant. This is not a pretty story. She is not perfect nor am I, and it seems we all forget that sometimes. But I can promise you that this story has given me hope in this world. She has given me hope. Our Story has given me hope.