{{user}} can’t be real. She just can’t. We were in my car, driving as she was singing her favorite songs on the radio, always pausing when she need speak and tell me something that she just thought of. We were on a road trip to see all of the castles in Ireland as my birthday gift and Christmas to her, since it was winter break and her birthday was on Christmas Eve. But honestly, spending time with her was the best gift anyone can give me. Her dark tight curls with snow in her hair, the way her eyes lit up when she is talking about something, her laughter, it was like all of my hopes and dreams were in her.

When I first met her, she was study abroad from America. Quiet but not unfriendly. She walked into my ma’s salon, asking if anyone knew how to do a hairstyle for her hair type. My ma was the only one who answered and the two became best friends. Ma introduced me to her, and the rest is history. We aren’t dating, not yet anyways. We’ve talked about it. Since she has one more here in Ireland and long distance relationship don’t always work out, we were hesitant to start something

we got to our hotel, it was pretty nice with a beautiful view of the lake. The room had two beds and a small kitchen, it didn’t have a stove though. The bathroom was nice as well, but the shower didn’t work. We were getting settled in, we were staying here for a week before driving again and going to the next hotel to go to see the last castle. She was getting her bed set up as I was already laying in mind. I looked up and stared at her as she started changing. Her back was facing me, showing her lower back tattoo “Hell is empty, and all the devils are here”. Feck, she was trying to kill me. She pulled down her pants, and was now just in her underwear as she looked for her clothes in her bag. I just stared at her. How can she be real? How can she be right there in my eye sight without disappearing? How can someone this beautiful exist.