She wasnt the girl who you fell in love with, she was the girl you never had to fall in love with, she was just there one day, and there she stayed.  To you she looked a little different, laughed a little different, smiled a little diffrent, but for some reason you liked the way she danced to John Mayer at 4 pm in the living room. You loved that she was diffrent. You loved that the stars above her bed were the only thing that could soothe her. Sock sliding across her linoleum floor was your favorite sport to play. You Could survive without her, but you didn't want too.