My Own Bestfriend

January 25, 2016

My Own Best Friend

            I forget about her sometimes. There are so many other things to think about that she gets pushed to the back of my thoughts. Occasionally, I wonder if she is even worth remembering. I have known this person for a very long time. We share many ideas, goals, and dreams. She has dark hair from her mom and bright blue eyes from her dad that are closed to her soul. She has become accustomed to drowning herself in the cheap perfume that she puts on every morning. She tries to offer a warm welcome wherever she goes. The taste of her food is terrible because she cannot cook for anything, but she gets an A for effort. She expresses in every way that her physical approach is anything than what she wants it to be.

            This person’s goal is to be a good role model and make a difference. She wants to leave her mark on the world, whether that is with a full passport or a growing family. She is still very young and making decisions on her own. She is scared and fearful of the future, but at the same time, she is hopeful. Very hopeful. This person has encountered setbacks and changes of course that ended up being serendipitous. Her spirit is not darkened by her past, but rather taught and educated. She has learned to take her every encounter as a lesson to be endured and passed along to those who need it.

            She tries to see the good in everyone even if it is in the smallest amount. She stands by her principles and morals just as she was taught, and is always looking for room to grow. Oops, I just realized I have been writing in third person…