thoughts

a girl once told me, that im someone she'd like to get to know better. maybe its because of the way i talk? or maybe its just the way i am. the same girl who shared her past experiences with me when i was at my lowest. she encouraged me to do many things. and of course, ditto for me.

her words were sometimes magical, i listened and obeyed. remember when she had wanted me to stay away from an admirer because he wasn't right for me, boy did i listen. she always talked sense into me, no matter how senseless i seem. she never gave up. always there, quietly supportive. never probing, even when the world was crashing down on me. she let me be, believing ill open up when im ready. when i want to be private for just a lil while. and when that "lil while" became too long, she'll start to knock some sense into me..

she's always encouraging. disapproving if she needs to be, like in the case of certain men in my life. but sometimes she's a lil like me. always pretending to be stronger than who we really are. maybe its this similarity that brought us closer.

she said i look more like a person who is call shannon, rather than my given name michelle. how cute i thought.

i remember buying her her first whiskey dry, and she was hooked since.

for a girl so petite and slim, she's definitely not a pushover. armed with her strong reasoning and grace, she would fight back with class.

she's got a giant heart. for a little person.

for the most part, she's not just beautiful outside but inside as well.

she's my dear ericia.

thank you dear, for all those sensible words you never thought would work on me. but it did.