She was a dreamer, and nothing could ever stop her from being one. Her faith in everything good and there is nothing bad in this world would drive her to live the happy self life. For her, love was everything. Starting from her existence to her past, present, future and forever and after.
She was a wild one, and no one could ever control her. She was as wild as her mane. Her dents when she smiled, her numberless expressions that would make a mime shy away, her crazy laugh for the lot, scary for some spoke the truth about her, blatantly.
She was the witchy bitch, and she would love that part of her. She would be nasty, an acidic mouth as her brother would rightly say so. And, she would never regret herself, her words and her actions. That was how much she loved her nasty self. And what an ego!
She was an extreme of being a believer, a lover, a woman, a daughter and a fierce human. She knew all about herself. Her time spent with her own self would be a complete retrospect / introspect and the self-realisation of her own. And, she would love it, realising, knowing new and old things about herself.
She was the hopeless romantic. And that even she couldn't help but be one. Loving like there is no tomorrow, believing that hell would turn to heaven and that love is the cure to all. She being an empath which some would say is a curse, for her it was a blessing, a simple, sheer blessing for she would be able to understand what others felt, thought, believed in.
She was the woman for the man. And she knew she was doomed the day she realised she fell in love. For the first time, she had no say in it. For the first time, she had no hold over the situations or the circumstances. For the first time, she just knew, she is done for and that she has no hold over her heart or mind or body or soul anymore.
Because, he held all the control over her and her
whole self. Because, he after 32 years of living, made her start writing. Because, he made her smile just by his thoughts. Because, he just completed her.
And, because, he ended up missing her...