Love is not only Romance.

She was the definition of unknown. Everyone said they knew her, but I knew no one really did. Her smiles seemed to be holding secrets, her eyes held a look of discomfort. She intrigued me. What had Little Miss Sunshine so distressed? What could possibly be haunting her? She couldn’t possibly be tainted with a soul so bubbly.

Her laughs were known, her heart so worn out on her sleeves. I noticed the moments no one ever did. I noticed when the cloud of darkness hovered over her. I noticed when she put the walls up. Why? Maybe I had nothing better to do. Maybe I was just scared to see this happen to her. I was scared that she would become another me. Someone who fate has torn down with the hurricane that is life events.

She is the girl that anyone could be jealous of. She has he looks, the personality, the boy’s attention. She was the ideal girl they spoke about in the books on my shelf. She has mystery in her aura. The vibe that pulls you towards her because you want to know more. Who is she? What goes on in her mind?

Once a drastic change in our math class occurs, her manifest begins. Silently we both played puzzles with each other. Trying to put our pieces back together. Have my pieces been put back together? I have a feeling only time will tell. However, it seems that each piece of her revealed her true self. All the ugly and beautiful parts that made her, her. There is going to be moments where you may hate her. Maybe you may hate me. I don’t blame you if you do at some point. We both hated ourselves throughout the time we wrote our history. To be older, its easier to look back and say we made it out alive. we survived ourselves.

They say you go through things that only help you develop. Maybe our friendship was my thing. But then again, I didn’t go through it. I guess you could say it is a never-ending maze. There’s no way out. No matter how many steps you take away from it, you always end up where you started. That fact alone gave me a feeling of stability. She was constant. Some could say I am too dependent on her. I somewhat agree with the said people. I am dependent on her. Afterall, I am who I am because she was there to remind me of all that I could be.

Let the air be clear, this is no love story. This is a story of love. Love between two humans who were destined to meet. Two humans who needed each other without knowing. A story of how humans are capable of changing and growing. A story of how a small act of kindness, and patience can save lives without knowing. A story of two teenage girls learning what it means to love; what it means to accept without judgement. This is our story. It is more dramatic than we would like, there are more tears than we would like to admit but it is still our story. Our history, our lessons.

Read this with an open heart. With open mind, remember this is not a pretty story. She is not perfect nor am I, and it seems we all forget that sometimes. We all aren’t as perfect as another would expect. But I can promise you that this story has given me hope in my small world. She has given me hope.

Her Manifestation has given me hope.