Who could she be?

Astrid has this dream about this girl,who sat on her bed with an aura,half dimmed,surrounding her staring,the girl looked so lost and sad yet expressionless,she made Astrid feel all fuzzy and disoriented,it looked as if this girl was crying,the girl stood up,she stood almost half short of Astrid,this girl. Then she began to whisper,with her big eyes of sorrow that brought Astrid solace,almost as if she knew her and was seeking for her all her life,her voice nothing short of sweet and soft.

Astrid began seeing her outside of her dreams,this girl who reminded her of foggy forests,blue and grey hour,sweetheart cherries,gloomy comforting rain,the moon and the ocean at night. This girl,always seen staring off into the distance,never aware of her surroundings as she looses herself in her thoughts,Astrid took the time to admire her,this girl. The girl who's lips were always painted with lipgloss, who's hair was a bit messy,but in a way others strive to achieve since it looked good,eyes that seemed to have shed more tears but it's never confirmed,cold hands that Astrid dreamed of warming up with her own while she caressed the girls knuckles and manicured nails.The laces of this girls shoes always untied, whenever someone did tie them for the girl she never really seemed to notice,glued to the thoughts in her mind..Astrid was infatuated