The Porcelain Doll

She was different, but yet it was refreshing. She was the difference that I needed in my life, and that I so desperately wanted. No, I didn't want her; I needed her.

She was the kind of girl that would rather sit at home and read a book instead of go to parties full of strangers. She was the kind of girl that would rather make her own cup of tea instead of stopping at Starbucks.

She was different, and I loved it. I loved how she had one dimple instead of two. I loved how she was quiet and shy when she met new people. I loved how she spent more time thinking about everything than handing out her opinion about everyone.

But yet I couldn't say I loved her. I cared for her, that was it. Because if I loved that ginger-haired girl, all hell would break loose.

She was like a porcelain doll; so beautiful, yet so easy to break.

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