My Friend
I wrote this when I had the overwhelming recognition of what having a true friend is supposed to be like. She brings a kind of light to my life I never knew existed and it makes me feel alive and hopeful in her presence.
My Friend
You are but the wanderer I have unknowingly ventured off to meet, entrancing others in your liveliness and compassion, living freely and drifting like a feather in the coastal breeze. You carry others, embracing them, lifting spirits even if you are unsure of your own, unwavering and evermore in the name of friendship. A soul so kind, your very creation and embodiment was carefully and wholeheartedly planned with love so that you could grant even a fraction to those you meet, caring easily and loving endlessly. Never have the skies given their source of light unto another until you, capturing the glow of stars and the shine of day in brown eyes and a radiant smile; a gift for those appreciative of what fortuitous luck they have been granted.
There is a sort of contagion in your presence, of wanting to travel alongside you to spontaneous adventures, and embrace both fortunes and misfortunes with maniacal laughter and bubbling energy. There are latent self-discoveries that are whisked away with the strong winds from open windows and racing hearts. I have been gifted someone who fuels the growth of character in others and solidifies the kindness in their hearts. She is a wonder, in a world of wonderful.