She wasn’t a tortured soul or broken, she was just quiet,
shy and introverted. When faced with a boisterous family and upbringing, you
either pitched in and tried to out-live the others, or you retreat and let it
wash over you.
She was very much the second type.
But deep down, she could be, would be, a beautiful soul.
Buried beneath the weak smiles and the unassuming personality was kindness,
grace, and a huge wellspring of love and affection for the lucky guy or girl
willing to dig it out.
Too bad no-one was willing to put in the hours.
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