Lost

She tries to be real but, honesty, I don't think she knows who the real her is anymore.

And that scares me. Because she was the most real person I knew, and if that can happen to her, I dread to think what could happen to the rest of us.

Maybe we could all get lost in our own minds, wander through the forest of our thoughts until we can't even see which direction the sun rises from anymore.

Maybe that's what she needs, someone to show her the way home.

Problem is I don't think I am that person, but I'll keep searching all the same.

She might find her way back on her own, but no one should have to do that alone. Especially not her. And even if she chooses to stay in the forest, to build a house there, to build a life there, I'd still love her all the same.

Because she feels like home, even when she's lost.

Because she can smile, even while she cries.

Because she's herself, even when she doesn't know who that is.

And how could anyone ask for more