I loved the way her cheeks turned a slight cherry red and how she became a closed shell when someone complimented her beauty
She was always the happy girl everyone knew but it seemed nobody but me heard the misery and slight sarcasm in her words
And I loved how she was a walking sign with closed written all over her, but she let me in anyway
And god how I loved the way she talked to me so differently than everyone else
Most of all, I loved how she was so afraid to show her sadness, except to me.

"I think I fell in love with her misery"