Brecca Dearest

I've been reading my friend's stories. They make me want to sing, or create, build and destroy. Her stories have so much love and pain with just a touch of insanity. The very essences of Brecca. She makes me look at the world in a different light. I find myself looking for the things that she describes so eloquently. I've thought a lot about her recently. I want her to find that man she writes about. I want him to deserve her, and I want him to love her the way she needs to be loved. She's such a sad soul for such a happy girl. I see her smiling but I feel her tears. Her smiles only last as long as her company. When she's by herself, that loneliness might be consuming her. The pain could almost to much to bear. I want that sad soul to find a reason to be happy.