She smells of the ocean and sage.
Her crystals are always close by wherever she goes.
She talks to her plants as she waters them and is friends with the bees.
Her scribbled hopes and dreams are under the candles she lights at night.
She kisses the sun but the moon knows her secrets.
She knew if she lived for a thousand years, he would be the only thing she'd ever need.
There is power where the ocean meets the sand, she draws her courage from that knowledge.
She has flaws, she knows this. She doesn't care as hard as she loves. Her temper can be fierce and lethal. Anxiety cripples her and her Aquarian need for independence has made her cold. Throughout it all she wakes happy and tries to bring joy to those around her. It's not that she can't see what you see, she sees what you can't.
She tumbles through life wanting to make a difference because tremendous pain has left her empathetic.
She never speaks about her life, but maybe one day will put pen to paper.
Between you and me, I really don't think she knows where she's going at all...