I used to know a girl . We lived in the same street . We were friends . Sometimes I would see her , sitting alone on a bench . She would look really sad .I used to think it was nothing , but nothing still means something . She loved the scent of flowers , how she lost her breath at the sight of flowers . She was a romantic , seeing everything differently from others . She claimed to love the moon , jealous of the stars that were more closer to the moon than she could ever be . Her were words were hypnotic , drawing me in . Sometimes it was suffocating to be near her , because she spoke the truth . Truth was , I was happy to know her . Then , I saw her . Her eyes empty .She no longer smelled flowers , no longer looked at them . She was no longer a romantic , no longer imaginative .She no longer lives the moon . I held in my breath , ran up to her . With all my love I hugged my friend , hoping she would feel my love . I held her closely , put her head on my shoulder . I wanted to save her but ... she didn't need me to save her . She was her . That's how it always was and although she changed , she was just another part of herself ... I was just another part of me .I smiled .
Lasky
