#jnv

She was like a rolly polly. You had to be careful with how you poke at her, with what you say and how you say it. One wrong word or unbalanced tone and she'll close up. You'd be there waiting for her to open up again, but she'll only do so when she feels safe. And, most of the time, she only feels safe when she's alone.

Many called her dangerous, destructive even. But that didn’t matter to me, I knew I didn’t really love her if I came out alive.

She is a girl who has wavy, black hair that turns brown on sunny, summer days. She is a girl who has a scar on her forehead, just below her hairline, she got when she was 3. She is a girl who has brown eyes that turn slightly green when the sun hits them just right. She is a girl who has a nose that wouldn’t mind smelling the scent of oranges for days on end. She is a girl who has a mouth that can say the most hurtful or the most comforting words. She is a girl who has no idea how much she means to me. She is a girl who is you.