The Francine Nicole Villava Post

Every thing has a story. Well,I'd like to believe so, of course. And, thinking about nonsense for the last 24 hours is certain to get you to that conclusion.

So...I begin to tell our story.

She likes to sing, no, actually, it would be more comfortable to put that into--Singing and she are in constant harmony. Also, Dancing and she are in constant rhythm.

Describing her physically--she has straight straight straight hair that is almost brown. she has white white white skin, and she has long long long eyelashes. That is how I will always picture her. She is not really tall. But, she is one heck of a beauty.

Beauty + Talent = our story.

It may seem unreal how such a talented and beautiful person maintain a friendship with someone like me. Well, I really like honest people in my life,(they make me stay sane), so somehow, we worked it out.

Her values are unquestionable, she is so simple, so....pristine?, to me, she is as smooth as a blank canvas. I like the look and the feel of a blank canvas, it tells everything that there is to tell, but it manages to remain muted, remain silent, remain unseen. [ i should stop these random things from erupting, ya know?]

When she loves, she loves(period). When she cries, she cries(period). Nothing else, nothing more. Just like that.

She is the vocalist of our band. Well, VOCALIST OF THE YEAR, to add. [harhar].

Our story, is well, will soon be in full circle,....very very soon. And I know, that it will hurt,...again. But, if and I both hope it does and it doesn't come, well, let it come. And, I would continue hoping that maybe, perhaps someday...