Ani

"I envy my friend. I have seen her fall in and out of love again and again and again. I have talked with her, walked with her, held her hand, shared a tear or two with her. I have loved her, but I have never understood her. Is it really that easy to do it again and again? Is it the same everytime, with every person? She has drifted in and out through the lives of numerous men and women, like the sun on a cloudy day. She has been like the breeze brushing rosy cheeks, bringing quiet peace on a summer evening. She has been like Beauty's red rose, the kind that you find pressed between the yellowed pages of a book that belonged to lovers who never quiet made it in the end.

She is like a love story that we claim we've never read but secretly hope we'll get to live. She's the friend who'll never belong to you but will always turn up with a smile at the unexpected of places. She's the tiny butterfly you'll never be able to catch, but who'll come to you once you stop trying to catch it.

She finds love wherever she goes and I wish she gives me a piece of her heart, but I am always afraid to ask for it. I wish I knew how she did it. I wish I could be like her. She claims I am her remote control, but I wish she would one day come stronger than a breeze and blow me away from this life of control."

-Ani