She’s the words, phrases, and thoughts you’ve always said that never made sense, and the ones you never thought to think; she’s the correct assumption that you’re going to have a female best man in your wedding; she’s freckles on soft skin; she’s the long walk on an ice-covered lake; she’s the brother that encourages you to have another smoothie; she’s your secrets and fears; she’s the classified ad that means more than she’ll ever know; she’s the dancer on an empty dance floor; she’s Track 5 on a recently-purchased CD; she’s stoli raspberry and tonic; she’s birds chirping outside your window at 5 a.m.; she’s getting your butt kicked in a game of pool only to see the other player scratch the 8-ball; she’s a made 3-pointer from 4 feet behind the top of the key with the game on the line and a college basketball upset in the making; and she’s the celebration afterwards.
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