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Normal.
That’s all I wanted her to be. To introduce her, let’s just call her girl #1 because she was the first girl who really made an impact on my life, though it was probably not a good one.
What I liked about her? She was average. She had average looks, average intelligence, average everything. She always knew when it was the right time to speak and knew how to make conversations not awkward. She didn’t leave an impression on most people, though being so normal. It’s so rare for someone to not have any defining features other than normal that it was surprising to me that no one else had much of an impression of her. I mean everyone else had a personality. Or that’s what I thought. I guess I’m just your average observer so I can’t really say much.
But about this girl, girl #1, the more I got to know her, or well of her, I began to find it a little discerning. She was not normal. She wasn’t normal at all. And for that reason, I just couldn’t get over her at all.
