Something about her always caught my attention.

And it was her loudness.

Way too loud—just so she could be heard.

I never understood why she acted so extra in my eyes.

Yet somehow, she seemed like one of the most beautiful,

funniest, and most lovable people to exist.

That’s when I realized—

She’s a broken girl.

One who carries so much insecurity,

thinking no one could ever truly love her.

I saw her crying by herself.

I saw her laughing,

like I was watching her inner child take a breath.

And I feel like a fool.

Because I played with her emotions—

bit by bit.

I took all the love she gave and treated it like it meant nothing.

We all saw her as a joke,

when she was the most real one among us.

She acts tough,

but in her quiet corners,

she lets herself feel.

Every time we talk and she opens up,

I feel so awful.

Why?

Why can’t I show her love?

Why can’t I treat her the way she deserves?

Did I really make her feel like she was nothing?

I keep chasing someone else,

when this beautiful, bright girl was always right in front of me.

And once again…

I dismissed her feelings.

She’s an angel.

She’s the sun.

And honestly…

I don’t deserve her.