She had this way about her, that made you feel like loving her would be the best mistake you’d ever make. There are women who come neatly wrapped in plastic, with not one single hair out of place. Who speak properly through veneered smiles and perfect poses. And then there’s her. She bit her nails, and spoke too candidly for anyone thin skinned. She held her liquor, and would always be the type to pay for her own drinks. A mess of a girl. Like wine on a white dress, or weathered books. Beautiful. But not perfect. An outlier, always against the current, and found the most attractive qualities were someones intellect and passion. That kind of beauty rarely fades. She had this way about her, that made you want to break the rules, and reminded you that some mistakes are worth making. She just had this way about her that made you feel like it was all worth it.