She

She smiles at you, like you’re the only one in a room full of people.
She talks about her dreams and remembers you in them.
She sends you a postcard to cheer you up.
She calls you after you leave to somewhere far away, just to make sure you’re okay.
She loves you, unconditionally.
She gives you a hug first, even after a long time of not talking.
She doesn’t break eye contact with you, not even after people walk by.
She gives you a pair of sweatbands for Christmas, because she knows you love to play basketball.
She drops off poinsettias at your door, secretly.
She shares her struggles, and listens to your own.
She doesn't realize how beautiful she really is.
She defends you, when you’re not around to defend yourself.
She wants to have a drink with you, from time to time.
She reads everything you send her, even when she’s busy.
She helps you, without asking for anything in return.
She holds onto your arm, and rests her head on your shoulder.
She invites you over, to feed your hungry soul.
She misses you.

And if she reads this, I want her to know.
I’m grateful for it all, and so much more.