God truly outdid himself when he created you. Not imperfect by any means. But perfect to me. Chocolate roots playing peek-a-boo with your auburn dyed hair. Eyes that inch out the sides of your colored contacts. Sure to sparkle every color of beautiful if you’d let them. Knobby knees and hands tinged with purple. Winter cold but warm with love. Perfect.
Exactly what you are. Sometimes I look at you and feel bad for the world. Pity them because not everyone gets a Sophia. A comforter. A hand holder. A giver of hugs that seem hold my world together when I feel like life isn’t worth it. Keep me from crumbling like autumn leaves beneath the feet of playful children.
Even with your many problems, you find time for laughter. For ice-skating. For drive-in theatres. For sunflower picking. For giggling. For escaping. For high school plays. For parking lot dancing. For me.
You inspire me. So much I wonder why we’re friends. How I got you. Me. You’re too good for me. For the world. Filled with life and love and joy. So much to give. And somehow I ended up getting just a fraction of it. Thank you Sophia Veitch. For being everything I needed. And making life more worth living.
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I just found this again. And it made me cry. I love you, Danielle.
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