She

She
She walked with a feet in the air,
 with a book in her hand,
pressed flower on those pages somewhere,
 she always found an alternative to preserve life in her little world of fiction,
Hair in a messy bun ; it was more like her representation of existence.
She kept choosing others over herself, after a thousand failed affirmation of putting herself first, because that's how she was raised, with a spoonful of humanity and kindness every morning.
She was the one who was a walking talking paradox,
She believed the word 'forever' was made for memories and not people, yet she waited for her fairytale to come true.
She understood life in Grey's, to her concept of black and white was Mirage. She said it discounted circumstantial conditions in which conscience blooms.
She was ( never felt) loved
- Avan