You still think about the person she was. The little things that happen throughout the day remind you of her. How she used to laugh at the little things you did or how she looked at you when you smiled. she loved you but you loved them.
She's locked herself in her room again, "Honey come out" "No, I want to be alone, just leave me alone." For days she doesn't want to come out. Not to eat. Blocks out everyone. It's becoming natural for people to forget her. But why? She's so beautiful. Maybe she feels she's not.
Can we really be who we want to be? when we sit there every night thinking about what we want to begin with, ending every night with no answer for ourselves. So, how can we be who we want, when not even ourselves know what we want.