She is the reason I believe in souls. Fate. The reason I believe miles are numbers measured on scales that are irrelevant.
She is a free spirit, bathing in a waterfall the same colour as her eyes.
The shadow I see in the sunset.
Every sweet, warm smile I receive from strangers on the street.
The kind of smile that sets the swarm of butterflies off towards my stomach where they dance around until the smile has left my mind.
It’s her. She is everywhere.
She is the light in the morning breaking through the curtain and the stars in the night sky, twinkling.
She is every dream I wish I hadn’t woken up from. But still in a way, glad to be awake, glad to smiling upon waking from a dream that has formed a brand new memory.
She is every sweet dream.
It’s her. She is everything.
She was born for the wild. For adventures. To seek. To be free.
You can’t restrict her. You can’t contain her.
The world is too small and society is too cruel.
But she’ll leave her footprints on this Earth and you’ll remember her, just not in the same way as me.
You’ll see the footprints on the ground.
I’ll feel the footprints on my heart. In my memory.
The one with the freckles framing her face, making her eyes prominent.
The eyes that tell a thousand different stories that are only told in whispers.
The one with the smile that ignites the fire in my heart.
That’s her. She is the one.
She is the rain bouncing off the pavement, tapping on my window at night.
The cold winter that I spend in front of the fire. She is the fire.
She is 335 miles away. But she’s never been closer.
She is everything. She is everywhere.
- “She is” // F. H.
xo
