A young, bookish girl at a waiting area sits with her right side to me, as she stares blankly at the TV. Her body is sunk into the chair, legs crossed, right hand propping up her tilted head. Her black-rimmed glasses imparts a sense of maturity just as much as the pink highlights in her hair betrays a lack of it. She is wearing a white summer dress with green, brown, and grey polka dots, packed tightly in rows across the hem of her skirt, and Japanese slippers swaying as she teases it between her toes. Her face is pretty, flush with youthful vigour, yet somehow sad at the same time. Her wrist is adorned with a thick leather band, the sort that faux punk-rockers like to wear. Beyond her is a display cabinet of car accessories housing a mirror, and I can be clearly seen in the reflection. Her demeanour comes across as politely patient if a little restless, her boredom marshaled well. Between us her mother, a rotund middle-aged woman with red hair, sits reading a trashy Chinese novel, whilst beside her a man chats incessantly on the phone with pen and paper in hand.
Not everything is supposed to become something beautiful and long-lasting. Sometimes people come into your life to show you what is right and what is wrong, to show you who you can be, to teach you to love yourself, to make you feel better for a little while, or to just be someone to walk with at night and spill your life to. Not everyone is going to stay forever, and we still have to keep on going and thank them for what they’ve given us.
Emery Allen (via wethinkwedream)