She was wild, thousands of scratches and bruises have littered her body before, as she lived to the fullest.
She was a fighter, she didn't let anyone bring her down nor did she let the force move her.
We grew up and changed.
She was fun and wise.
She was an idiot and insane.
"Are you ok?"
"But a scratch"
"Is it?"
She was brave and confident.
She was anxious and shy.
She was a whirlwind.
"I know it hurts"
"You're hurting more"
"I know you well"
"As do I"
She was selfless and kind.
She was easily hurt.
She was childish is the most charming ways.
She was a friend to all.
She was an enemy to noone.
She was hated and bullied.
She was a contradiction.
She didn't believe in holding grudges.
"You're allowed to be mad"
"I am mad"
"You can show them"
"Please, I'm not petty, I'll just let it go"
"Like you always do? You're a fool, noone does that"
"Well I do"
"Why can't you stand up for yourself!"
"......"
"I'm sorry for yelling, I get it. It hurts"
She was my friend.
She was there forever.
She was believed to be a flirt.
She wasn't.
She was human.
She is gone