She wasn't like anyone else

She didn't complain, even when she was dying

So when I saw her cry, my world came down with hers

But she picked herself up faster than I ever could

She didn't envy and she wasn't selfish

She wasn't greedy or unreasonable

She was responsible

Relatable

Respectable

Noble

But nowhere near perfect

Just human

I forgot who I was sometimes

I forgot what I was doing

What my purpose was

Sure, it's obsessive, but if you'd met her, you'd understand

No one could resist her if they tried unless they were dead inside