Unconventional

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1/28/16

She was beautiful, but not in the conventional way. She was too rough around the edges to be a model, but she was rough in just the right way. Her mud-colored hair was long and straight, often topped off with a snapback. It hung down on either side of her honey colored skin like a waterfall. She was built like a tree- tall and sturdy. She wasn't like a picture, she was a real kind of beautiful that reminds you of grassy fields after the rain.

When you looked at her, you could tell she was a real person. A lot of times, you forget that other people think about things. You don't really realize that they have their own lives they're living, but not her. She had her own thoughts and opinions. She had a real purpose about the way she existed..

Unfortunately, that purpose doesn't include me. She's never so much as looked at me. She wouldn't know the difference if I just disappeared off the face of the Earth. She would just carry on, living her beautifully purposeful life. Then again, most people would. I'm not like her. I blend into the background.

I wish I knew her name. At least then I could imagine being real, too.