6 Other faces

She was like the sun. Her smile could stop the earth from turning, but she never smiled. Maybe it was the time that was always wrong, or the joke that was always too mean. As I said before, she was always right. About me, at least. She knows who I am and knows myself more than I do. Maybe that's why I trusted her. She, on the other hand, doesn't need to know who she is, because she's everything. I loved how she understood my weirdest jokes and also understood my deepest feelings. I shared my secrets, and she shared hers. We scaped from the same monsters at 4 a.m. and listened to the same songs while our hearts skiped the same beat. We had our jokes. A lot of jokes. We had our fights, too. We had a lot of fights. Just one big enough to let the other go. Maybe the fact that I don't remember her is a way to protect myself. I just remember how I felt happy that she were there for me. We said "forever", but who doesn't? Forever doesn't have the same meaning as it had when we said it. Forever has an end now. She knows it. I think she knows it. She knows how incredible she is, but never believed it. Then, a boy discovered how incredible she was and made her believe in that too. She believe in his word but not mine. Then I stoped talking. I think I needed her more than she needed me.