There's this girl that works at our local bar. Her name is Jeanne. She's perfect. Let me just start by saying this. When it comes down to it, I fell for her. Hard. I slowly realized everything she was was everything I wanted. Her curly chocolate brown hair, tied up in a messy bun, her hazel eyes, her wide rimmed glasses, everything about her. I loved how short she was, I loved how innocent she made herself seem. she was perfect to me. I see the scars on her wrist every few nights when I hang out there. She smiles so bright but her scars tell a different story, one that I'm aching to hear. I need to know this girl.
