I see her with her beachy blonde hair – a supermodel. Her eyes are small, sweet, kind, and blue. The kind of blue that reminds you of babies. She’s thin, but not unrealistic, and her thighs are gorgeous. She lays by her boyfriend, his arms around her as she reads. What is she reading? Literature? Science? A magazine about herself? I really don’t know.
But she’s so happy. Her fringed shawl waves in the wind of Coachella. Her eyes play games with the camera at her photoshoot. But she is never not smiling. She is carefree, vivacious, and honest. I miss being that way, too.