I know every detail about every version of herself she has ever been.

I had to know everything, or is that what she believed.

I knew her grade school best friend, just didn’t know it would die off in grade school.

I knew her favorite sport, just didn’t know it would come to an end.

I knew her favorite food, just didn’t know it would be simplistic.

I knew her easiest subject, just didn’t know she’d be using it everyday.

I knew that one day she’d make powerful change, just didn’t know how.

I knew she was ambitious, just didn’t know her strength and courage.

I may know every detail about every version of her, I just never knew every detail of every version.

Until, once lived and discovered.