She was wearing a tight black dress under her
red flannel. Studded combat boots and a crooked smile. She slung her arms around my neck and then pointed to the bottle of whiskey she left by the fire behind me. "Catch up" she whispered through a sea of adorable laughter and wandered off to talk to my ex boyfriend. He's my best friend and they get along just like siblings. She isn't jealous but she cares more than I'd ever expect from an other human being. She is so gentle at the smallest hint of pain but so harsh in the way she jokes. I think she's flawless. She wouldn't agree but she's not hurting herself to meet anyone's needs. She thinks The Hangover movies are "******* stupid" but she watches Christmas Vacation at least once a month and America's Next Top Model religiously. She said she likes to remind herself, she can feel for people without understanding their ways so she keeps an eye on all of the things she hates. She was meeting my friends for the first time on a cool Thursday night in the summer. We went to their show and she cried at the way they write their songs. She didn't ask a single question between sets when she saw them fighting. She just looked them all in their eyes and told them they were gonna make it just fine. I think that was the first time I fell in love with the sound of her voice. It's the only thing that stops my hands from shaking in the middle of the night