She first met me as a little girl. She saw me grow up into a woman. Saw the childish stubbornness in me. Have seen me in smiles, tears, stress, insecure, love and fear. Who knows me in n out. She have seen me in it's original version... without any makeup, without any masks. The rawness in me and the polished self too. Have read my soul. Saw the genuine emotions in me at it's extreme and purest form available. Laughed along with me and shared my happiness with a smile on her eyes. Lifted me up when I was sinking. Held me tight in her arms when I needed a comfort. Protected me under her wings until I wad ready to face the world. Stood by my side viewing all my crankiness and craziness without criticizing or judging and understanding that I needed all those. Provided me darkness and space to invade deep into darkness and pushed me into sunlight when I searched for a glow.
If she was a living soul, she would have been like another soul who shared my body. Would have been my best friend. Would have been more precious to me than anyone else.
She's the safest place in this earth for me. Where I could be myself.
P.S. She's, My Room :D
God Blez.