I didn’t meet her in some big dramatic way. I just spotted her in a group one day. She didn’t try to stand out, but somehow she still did. There was just something real about her that the others didn’t have.
The people she hung around with were full of it. Fake smiles, fake care. I could see they didn’t really have her back. And every time she got hurt, she’d brush it off like it meant nothing. Truth is, no one ever really understood her.
She had strong boundaries. Didn’t let anyone own her or control her. That’s what made her different. She was a mix of sweet, child-like innocence and sharp, grown-up thinking. Soft heart, but not stupid.
When I first spoke to her, the way she carried herself hit me. She didn’t even try, but people listened. She also had this strong need to protect someone she said she’d chosen for herself. But funny thing is… I never once saw that person choose her back.
I could see where it was heading. She was gonna get hurt again, no doubt about it. But I still hope she makes it through. I hope she doesn’t let it break her. I hope she keeps being her, no matter how messy, loud, or complicated the world gets.
Some people aren’t meant to be owned.
Some people are just meant to be seen.
And yeah… I think I’m a bit addicted to her chaos.
