She's everything to me.
In any, and every, sense, that is,
I would not be able to let her go,
As if she was nothing. As if I could even begin to think I could survive without her.
And whether or not she is aware of the amazing person she is,
It wouldn't matter if she didn't or if she even began to realize.
Because everything about her is so right, everything about her belongs.
From her looks, to her quiet laugh,
From her sense of humor, or the way her lips always slowly curve into a smile;
Like she doesn't know it's about to appear right there,
On her face.
Or, even the way her true personality contrast her physical demeanor,
It would not matter.
Because, she is who she is, and that's perfect.
She does not care if no one else sees it the way she does, and there for anyone who needs her-
She doesn't care if she looks stupid, it's the way she intended herself to be;
It doesn't matter if she wants to give up on the world and let it fall from her puppeteer strings,
Because in the end, she would still be herself.
She would still be the,
Evanescent, beautiful, amazingly, extremely lovable, kid - and baby - at heart,
The bestest friend, the dorkiest teenage girl there ever was,
And that's enough.