She was so in control of herself, no matter how different it looked to any passers-by. She skied parallel as fast as a car, one that would be in need of using a safety ramp on a highway, causing me to try so hard to keep up with her.
The thing was, when she was here I thought I knew everything there was about her. But now, when she’s gone, there are so many voids, gaps and spaces which I had no idea about, and it seems that I was no where near as close to her as I thought. I never knew anything about her, while she, she knew everything there was to me. She knew every tiny detail that constructed the bland simplicity that I am.