Christmas day, how 'bout that? It's stupid, but all I can think of is Zella. I see something cool, I wish Zella were there so she could see it too. I think something awful and I feel better when I think how nice it would be to tell her all about it. She's one of the few people who understands what the hell I'm talking about most the time. Or at least enough to make me feel less like I belong on another planet.
I don't think I've ever told her the extent of how much she means to me. We are usually interrupted. And we're always too afraid that if we met without interruptions, we'd do something stupid. Or, not stupid. We'd be who we are. And we're not comfortable with that so far.
MMmmm..... that girl. I love it that she's exactly the way she is. That she's who she is. It's not her traits individually. Like, it's not the way she squints her face up when she is semi frustrated. Or the way she laughs at the stupid things I say. Or that she's very pretty, intelligent, or gives very distinct, warm hugs. It's not that she has a sweet sister and a cool-ass brother, or the way she dotes on them. It isn't her step mom, dad, or mother. And it's not because she makes tastey quesadillas.
It's like asking, "What's the best part about a butterfly? Is it because they can fly? Because their shoulders are fuzzy? Because they're pretty?" Not really. I don't like butterflies because of any of those things. Because lots of things fly. And lots of things are fuzzy. And lots of things are pretty. But only butterflies are butterflies, and only Zella is Zella. And that's why I like her. And why I love her, too.
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