There were parts of her that were ugly, jagged ends like rocks on the cliffs where waters hit with unforeseen forces and so many dead, broken things accumulated, desolated wilderness expanding into streches of nothing, which will have you holding on to the tips of your sanity by your own bloodied fingertips.
Then there were places of undefined refinery and repose, like the quiet stream with its soft, gurgling waters and the smell of earth after rain, something that soothes your soul and brings you peace and fills you with all the colours in the rainbow.
She was so strange and so wonderful, an amalgam of so, so many universes with such profound calmness and chaos that it was difficult to imagine how it could exist at one time and in one person, all at once.
I loved her for that, for being the sunshine and the thunder, for being the rainbow and the monsoon cloud, for being timid and fiercely independent, for being such an impossibility, for being so beautiful, complicated, enigmatic and so many other things. And knowing that I could never be done knowing her fully, knowing all her parts, chapters and layers.
I wish I could tell her how much I loved her and how much I wanted to call her mine, how much I wanted to shield her from the world and keep her in our haven.
Maybe, if I had wished upon a star, I’d have kept her as mine. Forever.