She was the girl that said sorry too much. The one who stayed up late making flower crowns and dreaming of love. The one who wore silky dresses and danced in the sun. She stayed up late because she loved the night. There was something about the moon and the night sky that drove her crazy. Perhaps it was a reflection of her soul. Something inside of her was dying to shine and whatever it was, it was too beautiful for you and I. Only the night sky could understand all of her mind.