She changed.

--Into something very cunningly ineffable being. I love her.
She always know how to flip her hair the right way. Like an alienist, she can talk to my mind, and understand the prolix existence, running wild inside me, because she tried to fathom my alter such. She always makes me feel secured and loved, and she shows it in so many ways, and I felt it in a hundred fold splashes of sweetness. (Even if she still do the same things, it would still feel like it was a first :D)

She was never the same, but I love her still.