“Describe what she was like”

a little song made on FL Studio using only a piano. hope you enjoy!

[Klercs]

Now on spotify!!! Thank you so much for the support!

[wubz]

It sounds like every memory all at once but somehow a memory I never had

[blzr]

"She was as easy as quantum physics."

[korsame]

100% expected a shitpost, and was gladly mistaken.

[purplerick]

she was like the kid you bump into by mistake but then turns out to be your buddy for the next 4 years.

[kk]

Beethoven has been real quiet since this dropped

[trimin]

I don’t think I’ll ever really get over her.

[smintyyeah]

"Did you know (name)?"
*All the memories flooding back.*

[IndorilTheGreat]

"She was...beautifully broken. Goofy, creative, and deeply wounded. That's what made her wonderful. That's what makes any of us wonderful - how we continue on despite our scars. And she wore her scars like a canvas wears paint...every word, every glance, every giggle was a line in our story. Sadly, not all stories have happy endings. But I will remember that story for the rest of my days."

[error_this_user_is_weird]

For me it sounds like taking a nap after school on a hot summer day when I was a kid; distant crickets, the sound of the fan, the sun beams falling on my hair and hands through the crack in the window. And this playing in the background. So comforting.

[BlariWF]

I cast blessing of algorithm on ye, many views coming your way.

[roxxn]

Feels like i finished Portal for the first time again

[amn_kxn]

She was like the softness that lingers after a touch of cherry lip balm on a cold winter morning—a warmth that felt both gentle and unforgettable. I remember that day so vividly, standing on platform 2 at Malad Station, waiting, and then seeing her approach, her cute glasses and charming hairstyle framing the kindest, most innocent face I’d ever seen. She walked up to me with a shy smile, confirming if I was the guy she’d been looking for, and in that moment, the world felt like it had fallen perfectly into place.

As we wandered through the streets of Churchgate, she felt like a warm light breaking through winter clouds. We talked about our goals, the dreams we held close, our mutual love for cats and introverted moments. I found myself sharing parts of me I rarely show, yet with her, it felt natural—like I was talking to someone who already understood. She didn’t like spicy food, avoided crowded places, preferred dim rooms, and, somehow, every one of her preferences mirrored my own. It was like meeting a version of myself I hadn’t realized I needed.

In her company, the air felt softer, the world quieter. She was the comfort of a warm coat on a chilly morning, the sweetness of that fleeting warmth you savor when the world is cold. She was a gentle presence in a loud, chaotic world, a rare kind of softness I didn’t know I’d been waiting for.

And as the winter sun settled on us that day, I knew this was more than just a moment—it was the beginning of a memory I’d carry with me, stitched into my heart like the warmth left behind after a perfect, unexpected touch.

In the beginning, our conversations were effortless, flowing like a quiet river. Her replies came with a warmth that felt constant, like she was always just a moment away, sharing in the little quirks and dreams that drew us close. But slowly, her messages began to fade, growing further apart, as if the connection we shared was slipping silently through my fingers.

Days passed, and the replies that once felt natural and comforting turned sparse, like whispers lost to the wind. Eventually, the messages stopped altogether, leaving only silence where her words used to be. I was left with fragments—memories of that December afternoon, her laughter and the gentle look in her eyes. I can still hear her voice, echoing softly in my mind, like a song that drifts away but never truly leaves.

It’s strange, almost haunting. I find it hard to see anyone else the same way, as though a part of me is still waiting for that warmth to return. No one else quite matches that feeling, the quiet familiarity she brought. So here I am, with only memories to hold onto, feeling as if I’ve lost something I never fully had but will always carry with me.

Man I miss her.

[lisabeth]

she was the purest person i knew, she never really judged people, always worried if others had eaten or just their overall wellbeing. she didn’t care how others thought of her, she just wanted to be normal. she wanted to be more like me, share the same interests and make friends. i think of her everyday, everything reminds me of her and i know she’s my guardian angel because i get these little things, these little moments, where i can feel her, feel her presence, almost. her favorite number was 1 and her favorite color was red so every time i see either or both it makes me smile. i know she’s in heaven waiting for me. i know it isn’t the last time i’ll see her, we’ll meet again someday.

[pufferfish]

The build up of the song felt like in the beginning she was lost and unfullfilled and then slowly opened up to you and started shining and becoming this beautiful person. In the end she continues glowing but moves on without you as the sound slowly fades away.

[TanTanValentine]

She must have been rlly kind and gentle, quiet yet understanding.

[garimachaudhary]

She was carefree, she felt like rain on my cheeks when I would try to hold the drops, but they'd slip and were always away from my reach. She was the kind of person who'd make her friends laugh, she was the shadow of the most beautiful girl to walk in this city, she ran around giggling and with her curly hair flowing in the air, she laughed and the clouds started to admire her, she was loud yet her presence felt so peaceful, she was like time, always moving but always watching everything that comes her way and always living like it's her last day. She was incredible. She left this beautiful smile in the people's hearts who had known her, one could see the world in her eyes that was glamorous and the smile never left her face, although it would hide on occasions but it was always there and she knew it. She felt like the end of your favourite movie and to see her again you'd sell your soul. She was magic. She smiled with her whole face it was as refreshing as the smell of mud in the rain. She was spring and Autumn, I never knew how she did it but she was always everything and nothing.

[memetime]

Dude tell me about her in words

She really won at life to have this piece written about her

[CJBuggs]

Many people hear this and will shape it into their memories, that's what I love about this song.

[CelestialStarshower]

She was the ending of a good book, the stars in the cold night. She was imperfection, but that only made her more perfect. She was like the warm sand on your skin, the lazy snowflakes in a sunset. She was the wishful thinking that dreams come true when you blow a dandelion. She was like that memory you wanted to hold onto forever.
She was something you couldn’t describe until you felt it. Something you couldn’t imagine until you saw it.