Her world might not be her beautiful sanctuary right now. It might be an unsightly mess, chaotic and cluttered, with almost no resemblance to the perfection she is used to. Routine has become a thing of the past, and endless battles within her mind have replaced the harmonious chords of her once astounding melody. Well, she allows herself this temporary catastrophe and understands that she has to come out of this victorious; there is no other alternative. She lives for the people she loves, and trusts them to guide her.
Blessed with an incredible amalgam of intelligence, beauty, and compassion, one wonders how it is fair for such exquisiteness to suffer so much pain.
After much consideration, it slowly dawns on me that this ethereal goddess only absorbs what makes her stronger. The strife, the internal conflict, the fleeting moments of self doubt; her cache of wisdom deepens with each new experience. And then, after more deliberation, I realise that there is nothing she is incapable of handling. Incompetency is nowhere on the horizon, and she in fact needs this challenge to ensure that she doesn’t get complacent.
I’ve often read that matters of the heart must always be dealt with delicately. But when she loves, she loves ferociously. It’s the only way to love. Pansy, half hearted love is not for her. I don’t understand how such an angel’s love could go unrequited. Then again, after living with her, I’ve come to accept that no cause is a lost cause, and that there is hope for everyone.
She brightens up my day and makes me a happier person. She makes me grateful for what I have and she’s taught me to love life more than I ever knew how to. She’s an awe-inspiring woman, unaware of the mesmerising effect she has on people. She radiates goodness, there’s no other way to say it. Every parent’s dream, every friend’s deepest confidante, and every master’s favourite disciple. I often wonder how she can relate to everything in her life so well, and how she seamlessly blends into every facet of who she is. How does she see wonder in the ordinary? How is every humdrum movement transformed into an electrifying performance? She doesn’t cease to amaze me, and I doubt she ever will.
Conversations with her are enjoyable yet stimulating. A confession to her is my catharsis. A hug from her is invigorating and refreshing. A word of appreciation from her is all the motivation I’ll ever need. Even though she really doesn’t need anyone to watch over her, there’s an impenetrable shield of love and affection that she will have to endure for the rest of her life. She’s just that special.
