She was and is beautiful; yet, she's unaware of such.
I plodded and trodded by her so many times as I hoped to learn more of her.
There were conversations we had, none more than we should have. Many left un-ended and plenty left unanswered. Her beauty became more intriguing...it lingered. It still does.
Simply being near her was comforting, whether in full-bloom or otherwise. There was a sense of compassion, content, an easiness not felt since my youth.
She will always be there. I hope, and I have...
...Hope she will always be near me.
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