And all she did was dream endlessly of the future.
A poor start admittedly, but admirable

She wanted everything she hadn’t already experienced

While treasuring the people in her life

She spun around the endless game of waiting

And maybe she will find that “for ever after”

That she is waiting for.

And as much as this is selfish,

She focuses on what she wants and who she loves.

Her family, her friends,

They are her whole world.
But then again, without those dreams she lives she wouldn’t be anyone,

Her imagination soars as she gets older,

It bleeds into her art and her writing.

Her love for fairy tales mixed with anime,

Slowly bends into her aims.

She knows right from wrong,

She finds everything precious.

She will always hold these things close.

Like a pinkie promise.