Beautiful

She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

Not the typical flashy, show-me-yours-I’ll-show-you-mine beautiful, but a special kind of beautiful that only comes around once in a very great while. It wasn’t like she made you wanna unbutton something, but more like she made you wanna unwind the coil that strung her so tight and kept her away from the rest of the world.

I can’t explain it very well; you see, I’ve never been so great with words. But she was reserved in a loud way, if that makes any sense. You knew she was a rose, but you didn’t care how many times you got pricked by her thorns as long as you got to hold her for a while.

She kept to herself; a lone wolf, and god did she play the part well. But after you picked away at the man-eating-monster part of her, you saw a misunderstood creature that only wanted to be held a while, but everyone seemed too afraid to get close.

I dared to get close to her, when no one else would. I got bitten more often than I intended—and I often wonder why I did so much for this one girl. I wonder why it had to be her. Then I look at the beautiful girl, take one simple glance, and realize it doesn’t matter.

All that matters is that we made it through.