Tears For Tahlia
Her smile, the sun, and the flowers. I couldn’t stop thinking about how flawless she looked. The girl with short black hair and shining sea green eyes, mischievous intentions swirling behind them. She was so familiar, yet, so foreign. I knew her well, each expression, movement, all seen before. But now, it was like I was seeing a whole different person. Before, I hadn’t noticed how her hair framed her face so perfectly, or how she carried herself with such confidence. How can you know someone so well, but not at all?
