"There is always something ridiculous about the motions of people whom has ceased to love"
She's strong and beautiful. A beauty that one only sees once in a lifetime because nothing else can compare. She's wild like the wind, free and tactful. But closed in and secured tight, letting no one in, no one to hurt her; not even herself. She's strong because the shield she holds around herself is impenetrable and unbreakable. But weak in the same matter. Weak to believe she is a not woman inside, weak to now know that she is lovable and cherished, weak to not know she's worthy.
She'll say she doesn't need love or doesn't want love, but that's a lie she tries to convince others because she cannot convince herself. Yes she has been hurt beyond repair and yes she would rather be tortured over and over than feel the loss of love again but nevertheless when the lie of wanting no love tumbles from her mouth, there is always a part of her screaming to the world "love me". She doesn't regret her decision to build a wall around her heart. She doesn't feel sorry for the pain she has caused other. And she has learned that crap is something she will not stand by and take. So once again she does not feel sorry for the wall she built, but everyday hoping and wishing that maybe somebody will be brave and patient enough to carefully come and break it down.
She is wild and carefree like the wind,
untamed and beautiful like mother nature,
and strong and powerful like a father's grasp.
Her name is Leah Michelle Clearwater.
Author's Notes: I love Leah Clearwater. She is my ultimate favorite character.