A nice girl, liked to joke around, but a strange familiarity was what attracted me to her. I could not pinpoint what it was, and I would not find out until much later.
I remember the sun going down, the lights at the fair turning on, and the stars looking down at us. She was a strong girl, she didn't seem like it on the outside, almost frail, but once we got to know her, we realized how much strength laid buried in her.
All she needed was a little push; there was that familiarity. Met a young girl once like her, and did everything to help her, protect her. It was a friendly exchange, but she turned her back on us and we never saw her again.
This Chapter, however, she stayed. She was there for support, and we were there to help her, too.
He still feared that he would lose her; he would get lost in the mistakes from the past, so I had to show him she was different.
I remember her smile, her laugh, her rapid use of the word *fuck* for those moments when it was heavily needed.
Ah yes, Wild Child, how could we forget you?
From moments when he had to write you up at work, to moments where we sat in your car and told you everything would be alright.
Wild Child, your life is yet to see a lot of changes coming, some will hurt, some will not, but you must remember that deep within you, there is that strength. There is that courage that will allow you to move forward.
You might have left, but you are not forgotten, nor are you gone forever.
Besides, we still owe you a drawing, do we not?