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I picture her with her long flowery pinkish dress, moving freely over the hill.

Wearing her sun glasses, along with that smile of hers.

 

She’s dancing all around the place, like no one is watching, making her moves, like no one knows how to.

 

She knows what she wants, she always does. She even knows how to make it happen.

And as mature as she might look, she’s crazy as hell! It’s just another side of her complex breath-taking character that no one actually sees easily, unless she’s pretty sure he will know how to handle her tenderly!

 

She believes. And that’s why she will make others do too, someday.

 

She never wanted anyone to tell her what she has to do, what she needs is someone to walk by her side. Be her safe harbor, be her guidance. Be her shoulder. The hand that walks with her till her dreams come true; just the way she pictured them, nothing less.

 

 

P.s: ” Not every she is I, or every I is me! “

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