a quiet slate, absorbing everything others spit out, sometimes luckily to find those who cherish the nice eyes who stare calmly as you unleash all your inner conflict. one who sits very carefully planning her next step, her next words or so one would think. i’ve known you for over four years now and i still wonder how further deep you go. as if astrology is correct, you walk with your clamps held high only to protect yourself from oblivious bystanders, walking all over like they own the place, like they own you and everything you are. you’re strong though quiet, beautiful even from 200+ miles away and i miss you so much. i’m constantly thinking of things to make you, things to do next time i see you but you’re so comfortable we end up just going to lunch and buying succulents. you’re my best friend, the one i look up to for quietly making your way through your struggles. you’re so welcoming to anyone kind enough to ask, and not too quick to snap when we really need it. you inspire me and i love you, i know threes a croud and i hate that, but i’d love to be with you more often, and approve of the lucky person who steals your heart and treats you rightly. i want you as the important life, in my life, forever.