She’s gorgeous, in that randomly original way. Her body is shaped unlike others, prominent hips and a long torso. She’s not a size two but a size seven and it’s a loose fit. Her facial features are rare and delicate. Her cheekbones aren’t as strong as her other features, downplayed by the natural rose on her cheek. Lipstick doesn’t grace her lips because they are already bubblegum pink. Sky blue eyes look upon the word with a sense of clarity and dignity, framed by perfectly curled lashes. Her hair falls into her eyes and it’s not the most flattering cut, but she makes it work. She’s perfect, but there is not such a word.
They call her the “drop-of-a-dime” girl, but in that grateful way. You wouldn’t believe how many people have her number memorized or on speed dial. Her cell-phone is always on, a different ring tone for each person, even though half the time, she knows who is going to call before they even do. She never puts herself first, it’s always someone else she is tending to instead of herself. She always has a travel bag packed, in case she gets that call in the middle of the night. She was loyal, keeping even the most destroying secret without an argument. Her heart was the twice the size of anyone else’s. She is perfect, but there is not such a word.
She’s the queen of advice, saying everything and anything she could to make you see what she sees. You can’t hate her because she is blunt and honest and that’s what you want to hear. She’s a tease in the most innocent of ways, a schoolgirl smile with stripper eyes. She liked to toy with the minds of boys, but she never wore her heart on her sleeve. The majority of her friends are male, gay and that’s her crew with the occasional woman. The ones that don’t prefer the same sex try to battle with themselves to keep from falling for her. They always fall for her anyways, but she never changed the way she acted towards them because she doesn’t change for anyone. She doesn’t let anyone walk out of her life without a fight, and there was never one that got away. She’s got the perfect gentleman on her arms, compassionate and sweet but not your normal boy. He’s got the innocence of a male escort, but he’s different around her. He’s proper and quaint, never rushing her and never asking more than what she can give to him. She’s everyone’ best friend, everyone’s first love and soul mate. She’s perfect, but there is not such a word.
You hate her because she’s everything you want to be. Long legs that always go that extra mile, the smile that sweeps everyone off their feet. The kewpie-doll voice that is charming, and extremely different but it just draws you in more. You breathed life into her, before you she was bland and completely normal, the way she is now is because of you. You created her because she was too right to be handled by someone else. The time is coming to let her go because you created her. You hate it because she’s everything you want to be. She’s perfect, but there is not such a word.