❝ the odd girl with long dark hair and blue eyes, was as always, sitting there on that moss green worn park bench, under that enormous old oak tree, filling the world with all its chlorophyll green leaves. her eyes deepened in the sea of peach-colored peony petals surrounding her. listening to all the little birds singing lullabies for her. observing the newborn butterflies trying their wings for the first time. drinking her strawberry green tea. thinking of you. your messy hair, your soft-like-summer-rain voice. your old-fashioned soul. because you are as magical, unrealistic, fantastic as this. you are the one tiny little piece missing in her → right now ← beautiful fantastic. ❞