She came into my life like a whirlwind. She was full of drama and flair, a kind of intense person who makes you want to fill yourself so that you could be like them. I knew that she was special.
She rushed in and out of my life in the oddest way. She was with me only a small part of my life, but I felt that I had known her forever. I was only myself with her. When we would join together her hair joining with mine, creating a swirl of red and purple, I knew the greatest secrets of the universe.
I knew that she was a rover. I knew I could not have her all to myself though I wished it.
When the day come for her departure I could tell. We sat on my balcony. We did not speak, but only looked at the traffic far below us on the street. Finally it was time for her to depart. She looked at me, and I at her.
Then, she said the only word spoken the whole evening. "sayonara...." and jumped off the balcony. Somehow, I was not in shock. I merely watched her go. I wasn't suprised when she didn't hit the ground. She just flew off.
That was so like her. Dramatic, wild, unexpected... and I think that was how she would have wanted to be remembered..... And as she will be.