I love her

My gaze caught to the reflection in the glass door beside me, and as I stared, so did she. The color of

dark dried honey reflected when looked into her eyes. She was someone who puts her hand over her mouth and laughed, her eyes closed and her shoulder shaking. The extroverted expressions of her spoke so loud. Her way of feeling things were different. Her juxtaposed reactions never appreciated but rather sometimes was a topic to talk about. She never tried to be different. She was so normal. She was sometimes called 'old-school'. But she kept that way.

She embraced undomesticated nature with the long walks. She appreciated cooking with the fast-paced melody when her only company was Silence. She never listened to people rather saw how they expressed and tried to feel it. Her thoughts so mixed up that, when expressed leads to what people call it - variation of insanity.  

She loves writing, it was imprinted into her soul. The art that poured out of her, the solace she called. She loves to watch her words dance around giving her what she wanted. Mixed emotions that splashed across the paper brought life to them and she loved it. Page by page she found vibrant colors of emotions dancing. She was someone who hid behind full stops. She felt safe with short sentences. She always felt proud when the dance ended. She adored people with their words. She knew that words had a lot of her, she felt divine.Maybe that’s a proof of a loving heart but she doesn’t know.