She indeed was different. She didn’t have sparkle in those eyes but red hot fire that could burn you alive. And now as I stand here alone, I realize she didn’t need anyone to tell her anything. Her little diary filled with lines and her phone filled with screenshots dint need to tell her to be bright either.
She didn’t need you to tell her to fight cause she will end up doing that but when she feels like it.
She didn’t need to be told that you are there for her or that you love her. If you did. She would know.
Even now, when she has lost herself and all you see is the mess of a broken soul, She doesn’t need you to tell her to hold on for a bit more because she will any way.Even if she loses hope for a bit she will find it again. She knows that. She doesn’t need to be told how strong, beautiful, amazing or any other bullshit you say she is because she already knows.