She was a beautiful mess of contradictions. Happy yet sad — poised yet anxious. Content but yearning for change. She was on the verge of something great without a clue as to what that might be. A stranger to her own soul — no idea who she was or what she wanted. She talked of rainbows while she preferred to dance in the rain — craved to be loved, though she cherished solitude; a dreamer that lived in reality.