She is my girl. I know that this might sound confusing, but I’ll take that risk. She is the one that knows me better than I do. She is the one that watched CSI with me every night so I could sleep, even though that was not the most fascinating thing to do. She listens to me sincerely, even when she’s not in the mood of listening. She encourages me in the most unexpected ways and somehow it always works. She is excessively nice, and I do not deserve that all the time. She is the one that makes me laugh even when I cry.
She is my person. She is my Bianca!