Sunflowers, please.

This is Emily.

I met her a few months ago.

She said,

"Let's be friends."

I thought that sounded like a good idea.

And I've thought it ever since.

.

.

.

Once, when I didn't know her too well yet,

she mentioned one of our friends

and said,

"You should write a blog post about him."

And in my mind, I said,

"No, I think I'd rather write

one about you

instead."

.

.

.

Because her life is full of sunflowers.

Her face is always

glittering

with the slightest bit

of magic.

She likes it

when life surprises her.

She kept me

from chickening out

when we were planning

to climb a mountain.

She listens to me

and I listen to her.

She knows when Pride & Prejudice

will be the right choice

and when just sitting on the front lawn,

dying a shirt with Rit dye

will be the perfect way

to spend the afternoon.

She moves.

She walks in a direction--

the one she wants to walk in.

She's what I needed

when I needed it.