She was kind, tanned, loudly outgoing,
and had curly brown hair.
She was pretty in everyone’s eyes…
everyone’s but hers.
She was a class topper,
an MVP athlete.
It looked like she was perfect to everyone…
everyone but her.
She had two ex-boyfriends.
She’d mention their names,
but never the stories behind them.
She looked like a perfect girlfriend to everyone…
everyone… but her.
She dropped hints of hurt—
obvious ones,
but only if you cared to look.
And caring to look
meant caring about her.
But… did anyone?
Her life seemed perfect.
Seemed… perfect.
