Her flamed hair generously flows to the upper parts of her back. As she walks, it undulates and reminds any observers of the Beatle’s classic “Strawberry Fields Forever.” A few strands break away from the other cluster of follicles and sticks to the cheeks of her sallow face. The hair inches toward the center of her face as if magnetically drawn to the freckle in the middle of her bottom lip. If she were to brush the strand of hair away from her cheek, her face would be a sea of white with 2 pools of cool, blue Caribbean seawater opulently placed symmetrically across her face like ornaments on a Christmas tree.
When flustered or frustrated, colors transform her face into a tie dye creation. Her eyelids become TCU purple. Her eyes darken into a Carolina blue. The rest of her face becomes roses. The only thing that can part the red sea of her cheeks is a firm, loving hug and a calming reassurance that everything will be alright.
When excited…she speaks and…stops…in no rhythm at …all as… if… hyperventilating. When indifferent, a goofy, lackadaisical smile slithers across her face showing a well of apathy – only towards anyone who truly knows her.
My best friend truly is a remarkable individual, and everyone says that about their best friends; however, no one truly knows what that means because no one else is best friends with NKS.
I think the beauty in this blog is the truth in it. It’s not a romanticized passage. You use technical terms like “follicle” and simply paint an accurate picture of what happens, like her eyelids turning purple. But the accuracy and how well you know your friend is beautiful. I find it interesting that such beauty can simply be found in the truth.
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