I hate the wind.
It's so innocent.
It spreads innocence.
Every time there is wind, it almost feels like you don't know.
But you do.
She liked the wind. When it was really strong, she would pretend it was blowing her away.
I would just roll my eyes and say she is to fat for the wind to blow her away.
She would just sit me until my back was numb.
Really, I wish I never called her fat.
She wasn't. I hop I didn't lower her self esteem.
She was so beautiful.
I hope she looks the exact same.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
