Dear Maeve Wiley,

Dear Maeve Wiley,

When you made your first appearance while Otis gazing you, I never thought that I would fall in love with this coal-rimmed- eyes and pink blonde- hair girl. You are a girl who never regrets a second for being herself. You don't love noisy fun parties instead you love dipping in the lives of 'complex female characters'.

You were crackingly alive, fiercely belligerent, dealing with difficulties and finding a way to come round them. When our moral science books were busy teaching whether to observe the fullness or emptiness in a glass, you asserted that 'Pessimists outlive Optimists' leaving a great clap in my mind.

You showed us that destiny is not shaped by unhappy family background, rather you believed in re-writing fate along the fringes of infectious existential angst. You eloquently justified that girls wearing shorts are not the quintessential 'bad Girls'. Rather they can posses the ultimate heroic intelligence and motherly solicitude in a room.

You are really smart. You end up seeing beauty in life, in the ugliest of circumstances you end up in. You always experience a heartbreak in the core of your joys but the resilient spark in you breathes life in those seconds.

You said that choices construct our lives. But when it came to love, you had to constantly tussle between right and wrong to confess your feelings to Otis. You are a true epitome of endurance. You didn't look up your brother with animosity although he left you alone at times leaving the mountain of despair to crash upon you.

You are a fighter, a non- conformist and a ferocious women. You are an inspiration

Love,

from someone who also thinks that

'We live as a dream, alone'

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