She was here when they were there.
Learning more about herself while her friends stood in the corners of rooms.
Thoroughly appreciating the world
while  they lost track of time in their intoxicated hours
She didn't understand why they sleep in the bed of strangers hoping for an unlikely love
She would rather sit on her couch and let him lay his head in her lap
Reminded that she may have made thousands of mistakes but he wasn't one of them
She would never understand why society pushed lust over love