she was the girl who could make a million lists out of her own curiosity.

There was so much to write down in her list of the new boy she has her eyes on.
It was his left dimple, his soft hair and his scent that got her to lay on his shoulder
It was his silly sarcasm, his stupid smile and his tickling fingers that got her to scream out with happiness
It was his firing rage, his ego and his painful words that got her to curse herself with the choice of her feelings

She was the girl who wants to stay in her car to write down her thoughts in undefined poems.