Nobody.

Nobody falls in love with a girl who waters her plants by the windows.
Nobody falls in love with a girl who wanders and picks up dead leaves, and keeps them as her most precious treasure.
Nobody falls in love with a girl whose light is still on when everybody comes back from the party, and who is the last person to leave the library on a Saturday night.
Nobody falls in love with a girl who cycles with her head up towards the sky.
Nobody falls in love with a girl who treats the small details of everyday life with the utmost attention.
Nobody falls in love with a girl who watches unpopular films, who listens to music that you can’t dance to, who reads books that don’t serve her studies, and who studies in her free time.
Nobody falls in love with a girl whose best friend is her bike, who chases squirrels and befriends bugs, who finds shelter in the woods, and who wishes her roof were those tiny mushrooms.
Nobody falls in love with a girl who gets so consumed in listening to people that she becomes self-effacing in their presence.

But you did.

You fell in love with the girl who made bracelets from grass that stayed with you long after they withered.
You fell in love with the girl who watered her plants by the classroom’s window, plants she grew in a pot hand-made by you and her.
You fell in love with the girl who collected junks, evidences of your love story that you kept as your most precious treasures.
You fell in love with the girl who wrote you letters and buried them at the roots of some night-scented plant, because it represented silent love.
You fell in love with the girl who told endless stories about everything that caught her sight, who got wide-eyed at double rainbows and fainted stars on city sky, who made you guess the name of every urban tree, and who never let you miss any seasonal change.
You fell in love with the girl who saw meaning where no one else did, and whose imagination happened to match yours.
You fell in love with the girl who got lost in her own world too often,
until that world became you.

But you’re not here.
As time goes by you fall out of love.
You don’t know the girl that she is, right now,
that she wishes you would fall in love with,
that you would fall in love with, again.

She wants to be somebody’s.
But right now, she is nobody’s.

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