She was the kind of girl who with just one look could capture your heart, she’d stare at nothing and sometimes a small smile would grace her lips. And every time you saw that smile, she made you wish that you were the reason it was on her face. She was the kind of girl who with just one look would have promises of  “leaving this place” and “freedom” and “never leaving you” stumbling out of your mouth.

She was the kind of girl that with one look could have you wishing you could make them promises you made, wishing you hadn’t meant it so much when you said you loved her, breaking any kind of common sense you had in you just so could maybe make her smile. But then again, who said common sense was that common anyway.

She was the kind of girl who had brown eyes speckled with flecks of green which seemed to dance when she smiled. She had soft brown hair that framed her face in loose curls, you’d be able to find her outside during a thunderstorm eyes closed leaning against a tree, just listening. Or inside, on a Sunday afternoon sitting on her bed leaning against her wall listening to the white noise that you got when you tuned a radio between two stations.

She was the kind of girl who with just one look had you running, running away from everything you promised her. Running. Just running .Running back. Running back to her, because you needed to see if she’d forgive you, needed to see if she meant it, you needed her forgive you, and you needed her to mean it, you needed her.

She was the kind of girl who couldn’t be trapped, wouldn’t be trapped, and who would one day be gone, no more waiting for you to keep them promises. Just a goodbye. Leaving you wondering who put the good in goodbye.