The Other

She will do anything to succeed.
She wants to be loved for who she thinks everyone else wants her to be. But really she just wants everyone   else to want her to be herself, to love her being herself.
She loves it when she can just relax. She wants to just relax.
She feels a lot. She feels everything. She likes to feel a lot.
She refuses to acknowledge that she's overwhelmed.
She hates liars and pretenders, but doesn't realize that she's pretending half the time.
She loves to feel the air circle her.
She thinks her favorite way to wake up is to the smell of food. Really her favorite way to wake up is to the     sound of happy voices.
She wants to be young at heart for forever.
She likes to lick the batter off of the mixer when she makes brownies, especially when her Mom isn't there to tell her to stop being a little kid.
She loves to play on playgrounds.
She dances like her life depends on it because in her mind it does.
She loves her hair.
She wants to make a difference in anything she can. Sometimes it's everything, sometimes it's nothing.
She doesn't get along with a boy just because of misunderstanding, when really, they could be each others support in a world that doesn't want to understand them.
She laughs a lot.
She is addicted to the feeling of laughing so hard her stomach starts to object.
She wishes that she could just make everyone else see what she sees, feel what she feels, because then there might be a little more peace and happiness in the world.
She sings when she is alone, but doesn't think that she's very good, so when he tells her he heard and he likes it when she sings she gets upset.
She thinks that the color purple is pretty, but blue is better.
She pretends to not care.
She likes to look at pictures and dream of the different times, places, and people inside.


She wants to feel love deeper than the ocean and sweeter than ice cream and prettier than blue skies and        bigger than the universe. 
She wants to feel love.
She wants to feel.
She wants to.

I want her to, too.
I want her to be happy, to love, to feel, to be free of the weight in her chest.
I want her to dance so beautifully that she cries.
I want her hair to fall perfect.
I want her clothes to be happy.
I want her eyes to shine and her hands to be warm.
I want her to find the place in her heart where someone else belongs and fill it.
I want her to live with a smile.

--P.A.