Stella :

…The one who came into the garden of my heart but instead of uprooting she planted.

…The one who made every friendship since her demise a hoax of some sort.

…The one who made my eyes beam with joy whenever she whispered those three words : I love you.

…The one who would roll her eyes and smile.

…The one whose cheeks would pop up when she smiled.

…The one whose slender arms made her write beautifully.

…write me beautiful letters :


The one who would teach me the true value of female intimacy.

Of Love.

Of Life.

Of Friendship.

Of Death.