How can I explain her? she is sunshine on a rainy day. She is singing along to bad songs with your head tilted back, singing until your throat hurts and your ears ring. She's poetry, She's music, She is saying things at the same time as someone because you know them that well. She is funny faces and silent, painful laughter, She is do-you-like-me-check-yes-or-no. She's a best friend, a sister, but she's also me blushing behind my hands. She's the hearts drawn in sharpie on my palm, she's swearing in french and she speaks to me with her eyebrows because we both know what I'm thinking. We are kicking each others legs under the table. She is the hairs on my arms raising when she brushes past me, she's a hug on a terrible day, She's the way it feels to finally come home after a long time away. She's dust in the sunlight and playing the piano and she has weird hair and little freckles dotted on her nose that I want to kiss sometimes. She's everything.How can I explain her? she is sunshine on a rainy day. She is singing along to bad songs with your head tilted back, singing until your throat hurts and your ears ring. She's poetry, She's music, She is saying things at the same time as someone because you know them that well. She is funny faces and silent, painful laughter, She is do-you-like-me-check-yes-or-no. She's a best friend, a sister, but she's also me blushing behind my hands. She's the hearts drawn in sharpie on my palm, she's swearing in french and she speaks to me with her eyebrows because we both know what I'm thinking. We are kicking each others legs under the table. She is the hairs on my arms raising when she brushes past me, she's a hug on a terrible day, She's the way it feels to finally come home after a long time away. She's dust in the sunlight and playing the piano and she has weird hair and little freckles dotted on her nose that I want to kiss sometimes.
She's everything.
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