I have blue eyes and long brown hair.
I’m not very tall but I find it necessary to hang out with tall people.
I’m in color guard and I love sports.
I hate popped collars and that just out of bed hairstyle,
but, this isn’t me.
She has two dogs and one cat.
She is the oldest in her family.
She can’t cut pizza.
She loves to meet new people,
but, this isn’t her.
You have a heart that has been broken.
You have friends that are the best.
You are shy and a little out there.
You hate vocabulary,
but this isn’t you.
Everything from here to there and in between
defines what you are not who I am.
When she reads between the lines,
you have simply discovered you,
she has simply discovered her,
and I have simply discovered me.