Curate, connect, and discover
In a sea of everything and everyone she is the one to pull me away, become my first best friend. She lets me be whoever I am. And I do not realize, until she leaves, with the overly-magnifying lenses and the shabby bag, with the dirty rough-book and the toothy smile. The last I see of her is the retreating barbie bag, the smile bright white and fake, the hair a mass of shiny gold. I never see her again.