She’s so quirky, the way she dyes her hair a new color each week.
She’s so interesting, how she goes to new places, brings back souvenirs.
She’s so fun, how she tries new hobbies each month. Last week was cliff diving.
I love how she hides behind a book or a mirror. She reads Shakespeare.
I love how she wears big, fun sweaters and hoodies. She even wears gloves.
I love how she plays with a coin and chews on pencil erasers. She seems hungry.
She’s so gifted. She’s always reading. She’s always working. She’s always here.
She asked me out last week. We went skydiving. She wore gloves with no fingers. They were purple.
I think I liked her sweater better when it didn’t fly off and hang on a nearby tree. I like the color of her eyes too, but when we went to the coffee shop next door, she seemed like she was still on the plane. She said something weird too. Said wouldn’t it be crazy if we forgot our parachutes?
I texted her the next day. She’d taken another trip, this time a Disney cruise. I could’ve sworn she was out of money since I paid for the plane. We went out for three weeks; I was about to end it, but she said she got bored and beat me to the punch.
She’s so quirky, the way she used me for a quick high.
She’s so interesting, how her stories are always changing along the facts about her.
She’s so fun, how she leaves a trail of limbs behind her.
