she was the kind of crazy people thought they liked had a bit of a wild streak not much of a filter and didn't really distinguish who could get with her
at least that what they thought was all to her
in reality behind that beautifully masked facade
she was a fragile girl going through the world looking only for affection with maybe just a hint of validation
her eyes dreamed for the world thinking she was ready going head first but never steady not afraid of difficult feats but quick to leave if her desires never meet
maybe she was fickle loathed tediousness and badgering of regrets (also, the grossness of sweat)
but on the contrary her patience was weary and with the dullness of life she was starting to lose her faith in faeries
maybe a bit scary
but you you loved her full and through and there was nothing you would not do just to hear that goofy laugh and see that dimpled grin