An Ode to You, Little Girl

I’ve noticed a change in you, best friend.
A change for the worse.
Gone are the days of being carefree; they have been replaced with worries.
I always imagined you as an ethereal being, floating thoughtlessly on light pink cloud.
My mind has been poisoned with images of tears and rain clouds and black, black nights.
I worry for you, best friend.
Optimism was what first made me love you as I do.
But now your pessimism is distressing me.
Of course, I only want the best for you, little girl.
Although I may not act like it, you are, to put it simply, one of the most incredible people I have ever met.
You are strong.
Wise.
Scintillating.
If any of that changed, love… I’m not sure what I would do with myself.
Sure, it is not any of my business what you do.
But in a way, it is.
It is like I have a precautionary shield that is surrounding you and me, protecting us from any harm that comes our way.
See, we aren’t like other people, you and me.
We are what they call “unique.”
I call it weird.
We sing and laugh in the streets.
Obsess over the strangest things.
Listen to the most eccentric music.
To put it lightly, you are the only one who is even a bit like me.

So, best friend.
What have we learned here?
I:
Love you.
Admire you.
Am proud of you.
Worry for you.
And finally, most importantly, I miss you… the real you.