Explain her? You can’t. She’s a phenomenon. She glistens like the sun, listens like she cares. She’s selfless— her own needs barely cross her mind, almost to a fault. She’ll be your best friend or build walls so high, no one can break through. There is no in-between. She sees beauty where others see ugly. She bends until she breaks, shattered so many times, she’s lost count. She hates herself but wants to love herself so badly— it hurts. She sees the love she gives— yet somehow, she can’t give it to the one who needs it most. She speaks in apologies, even when there’s nothing to be sorry for. She carries the weight of unspoken words, memories tucked away like old letters— she’s too afraid to read. She remembers everything— the way someone looked away, the silence between sentences, the ache of being too much, or not enough. She loves deeply, but doubts it’s ever enough. She stays when she shouldn’t, leaves when she doesn’t want to, and wonders if anyone ever noti...