There’s a story of a girl that I’d like to share with you. She was a lively girl full of life and passion for art and music. This story begins as she graduates high school and immediately starts her college life at her 3 year art academy where she’ll learn everything she can to be a great graphic designer.

It was here where her life really began, no more were the days of loneliness from her high school life where she only cared about following her class schedule and then getting home to play her online games.

You see, for her everything came easy. She didn’t care much about school or classes but yet she’d pass her tests and classes with flying colors. She was so carefree like she had no worries in life, no care in the world for anything around her. But she did have some weird obsession with this one rabbit character. She has stickers and pictures of this rabbit on everything. Her planner, id, folders, nothing was bare. She just had this creative side that I almost envied.

Our high school had a dress code, everyone had to wear uniforms but somehow, she always found a way to stand out from the crowd. It was like she was begging to be one of a kind, just different from everyone else. But she did not crave the attention either, she was not outspoken and always just kept to herself, yet she still belonged in every group.

She was truly a mystery to behold.

As she starts her college life, she’s one step closer to becoming the artist she’s always wanted to be. A young aspiring artist bursting with enthusiasm to share her creative art and design with the world.

Ah, a wild one she was.

One who knew no fears, had no lack of confidence and was just a tad bit on the quiet side for the normal days standard.

She showed up on the first day of class in a school tshirt they handed out in orientation day that she cut up and designed into a tank dress.

As always, she’s just got to be creative with her outfits.

She’s always received compliments for her fashion sense and style and people who knew her knew she will not walk out her house without being put together.

From accessories to statement pieces in an outfit, she’ll wear them all.

However, she was not what one would call a trendsetter either. Her fashion sense was mostly for herself and people didn’t want to dress like her and she didn’t want to dress like anyone else but on her, it just worked.

I surely do miss this girl.

I would never get to know her personally as our time together was a brief one but there was a hint of sadness in her, one where you may miss at first but as you get to see her more often in classes and around the school, she was always, alone. She never spoke to anyone in the class and she would not say much, just buried in her books and notebook.

In her high school days, everything came easy, but once she started her college life in the art school she wanted to be in, she could see how little of the world of art and being a creative she knew. She was surrounded by people who were just like her, passionate and full of enthusiasm for art and design, but, they were slightly different.

Better? More passionate? More dedicated? More knowledgable?

This confusion led to her being less enthusiastic in her classes, even the art ones. And slowly, she just stopped showing up.

Where is she now? How is she doing? Is she doing the art she’s always loved?

No, she’s not. She’s gone on to become a mother and wife and she’s now a supporter of her little family.

But I do wonder if she’ll ever continue her creative journey in art.

Ah, but she’s already in a creative journey, one in life where she can still express herself in ways that are exciting for her. One where she can discover herself and her loved ones as they share experiences and memories together in happiness and sadness.

To this girl I do hope she knows that she is not to blame for any mishaps that has come her way and that she’s continuing to thrive everyday even when she doesn’t realize it.

A happiness like no other, albeit no reunion, this is a continuation of a life once shared as I continue in her path as a woman she can be proud of.

–pandamom