Once there was a man who thought he was invisible,
This led him to believe that he was invincible
Neither was, in fact, true. This led him to be thought of as weird. Poor Trevor.
Ha! I love this about her.
I don't even think she knew someone by the name of Trevor,
but I do believe an experience abstractly came upon her in her World.
And the only thing she knew to do, was write it on a scrap of paper.
Or, perhaps it was about my dad.
We called him an alien
He's always been a little weird
... in his own right.
In a good way.
Aren't we all?
The cool thing about her was the way she wrote in code,
I do the same thing, always have.
Now that I'm looking at her writings I see it.
To this day,
I could look at my own diary
from elementary school
and be able to decipher the secret code,
even years later, and recall the essence of the story.
If on the off chance that someone were to find my writings,
I would not want them to see my truth.
So a lot was once removed, a parallel.
I bet she could do the same.
I didn't know we had that in common.
We never talked about it.
Yet here it is,
a secret,
a gift shared,
from her to me.
And now I get to extrapolate,
to imagine the nugget drippings,
I find in her words
A treasure
this beautiful conversation,
my light of a lady has left for me to trace.
She saw Trevor,
...always did.
She loved Trevor,
...just the way he was.
What a beauty the pair had been.
A genuine smile,
a piercing spirit,
even hidden between the lines
truth,
can never go unnoticed.
This was possibly written sometime between 8/8/08 & 3/27/11
Found on the 5th page of a beautiful new notebook.
We sure love our new notebooks, with the
countless pages left to fill.
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