She is wild because she is free. She is that rogue daisy swaying in a field of nothingness. Never meant to be plucked only admired from afar. She cannot be tamed. She does not belong in a vase but rather a wide open space. She is me and I am she. We belong to no one but ourselves in this maze we call life.
Meaningful last words...
I have forgotten...
How can I long so much for someone I have yet to meet?
Aun en la distancia, yo te quiero
Certainty is irrelevant in the matter of you.
Love is happiness
I keep thinking about what could have been.