I met a girl once--
She was beautiful and I met her when I was ugly. She always fell asleep with her makeup on and sometimes she wouldn't wash it off because she said it looked good. Our beds were right next to each other; I always looked at her while she slept. Smudged eyeliner did look pretty good on her.

I held her hand once--
That required youth Jesus group was never more tolerable. I think my favorite thing about them was when she would stick her finger in her mouth and make a little vomiting noise whenever our teacher would teach something ridiculous. She never liked religion anyway.

I met a girl once--
However there came a day that troubled me. I was in the bathroom, about to leave my stall, but she came in. She came in, looked in the mirror, and  let out the heaviest, most disappointed sounding sigh I had ever heard. She took a wet towel to her face and wiped it clean. I had never seen her without makeup before. She was so pale. She had dark under eye circles and acne sprinkles on her chin and cheeks. She was still pretty.

I met a girl once--
And she would always sneak cigarettes from the doctor's desk and take me with her to the lake at night to smoke them. I took my time to just enjoy her. I enjoyed how she never stopped trying to skip rocks when she failed every single time.

I met a girl once--
And she had a panic attack and I found her sleeping in an empty bathtub. I met a girl once and she nearly collapsed every time she someone swallow a pill. I met a girl once and she was my best friend. Thirty days later I don't know where she is. no idea. I haven't talked to her since. But I know she's doing pretty okay.