She is a feisty little thing, bubbling over with energy. Her movements are so lively and full of sincere emotion that I can’t help but feel giddy just looking at her.

Being the unheralded triumph that she is, her thoughts and ambitions are always so lofty and I simply let her take me wherever she wants; ironically, while holding her dainty yet lingering hands, I let go of myself.

I love how sprightly and full of sentiment she is, at times dancing with joy for life, in other moments just gazing with a strange nostalgia at the distant horizon.

Looking at her quivering yet confident form, a shade of happiness I didn’t know existed takes root in my heart and I’m drunk-happy.

With her teasing nature, sometimes here, sometimes there, we both unite under the sun. Never mind the distance separating us, we are one when she is floating amongst the clouds, and we are one when she is safely tucked under my arms.

I love flying my kite.

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