I first spotted her here in the café.

She was so happy and light, I thought we would never find anything in common (lol).

But when we met I discovered it was all a façade. That underneath the smiles and jokes she was going through something difficult and she really wasn’t happy at all.

So I called her up a few days later and asked how she was and she said everything was fine. But I knew it wasn’t and I told her, I couldn’t be friends with her if she wasn’t prepared to be real with me, that it was too shallow. And she said she liked me a lot but that she couldn’t do what I was asking because for now she just wanted to escape.

And she told me some amazing things, that:

I was a very loving person, unique in my view of life.

That to be around me makes people want to be better versions of themselves.

That she always knew we would be great friends, but only when she was strong enough to be the person I saw in her.

That I was the one person she hadn’t wanted to give up.

And that when the time was right, she knew mine would be the first number she would call.

And that time had come, and that she loved me.  

Isn’t that something.

I promised her I wouldn’t write a post about her.

But she restored my faith in love and human relationships.

I think that’s worth a mention.