She loved the taste of crunchy popcorn on her mouth She loved salt and pepper on her popcorn

She loved the patterns She was structured and organised

She was the girl with the builders look She is a designer of all sorts

You are the mother city of all towns You are the epitome of my breathing

It was a November roadtrip by bus It was a hot summer's day with the windows down

She blogged about food She was the happy bean

She loved the taste of Mexican food She loved the smell of the ocean

She would touch his hand He would touch her fingers

She played his records on her casette She missed his laugh and sweet talks

She wrote her favorite words in her dictionary She read big words

She drove fancy cars She was friends with the cool kids

She was the kind to visit Italy every month She had a buzzing energy of a butterfly

It was October and she wanted to taste the raw coffee She wore brown leather boots and a leather jacket

She marked the calender in her timetable It was the day they met at the train traveling to Cheshire, England

The day he saw she was dressed in a yellow pleated skirt and a white flannel top His mind was occupied with her scent

She wasn't lonely She had beautiful friends with blonde hair