Dear Kyle,
Sup? Yeah...I'm back. I have these moments. I realized something; the very thing I've been fighting for this whole time. You recognized it first.
I'm fighting for the girl you fell in love with, the one you said anything to get, the one you wrote poets about. I've never actually been her except on stage. I know you saw her...I didn't. Not really.
I fronted like I knew but the truth is she's trapped. Behind so much pain and past and distrust, scars and bars that have her locked down.
She is what I'm fighting for. Because you were right, she is beautiful. A nameless wind, universal, passionate, devoted and so honest affectionate. There's got to be a reason I find myself walking around like a Queen. Or hovering just above the ground like a Goddess pretending to be human.
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