she's like the first day of spring after the coldest winter. like finally taking in air after counting the seconds of how long you can stay underwater. she's the girl who everyone whispers about, but the girl you'll never hear about. she's the girl who sits alone, though is never lonely. the girl who's as open as the books she reads, yet still, i can't figure out.
but i will try again today, and every day, to know her