She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting you soul and dancing in its flames. And when she is gone, the smell of her smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you.
May you never become so cynical that you let a star fall without its wish.
Life is just a slide. Back and forth between loving and leaving, remembering and forgetting, holding on and letting go.
She's an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind.