She sees me sitting in a dark, dusty bookshop with books stacked on the floor and filling all the shelves. She sees me sitting a corner, my hair wavy and slightly unkempt, my eyes fixated on the pages of a book long written and forgotten. But most importantly, she sees me.
My sister, who is the polar opposite to me in almost every way I can think of, who seems so far removed from my world, sees me in a way that is as true to my character as possible. I don't know how but she does. :)