This Way

He stood staring at the oncoming storm. This one was going to be a bad one and he bet it brought a ton of snow with it. Damn he hated winter.
A sight escaped him and he walked back into the house.
He felt his phone buzz in his pocked and he fished it out.
There was a text from her and he could not help the thrill of pleasure that washed through him.
Her texts were always something fun or interesting.
There was a funny joke there waiting for him and he had to laugh out loud.
He shook his head as he texted her back, telling her how funny that was and how fitting.
The phone pushed aside on the counter he watched the first flakes fall outside.
He shook his head, still chuckling at her silliness.  She could get a smile out of him anywhere and at anytime.
He thought about the situation and then sighed. Damn. Why did it have to be this way.
She was different, the same and then out of this world all at the same time.
It drove him crazy but he secretly loved it.

She had this way about her, that made you feel like loving her would be the best mistake you'd ever make. There are women who come neatly wrapped in plastic, with not one single hair out of place. Who speak properly through veneered smiles and perfect poses.
And then there's her.
She bit her nails, and spoke too candidly for anyone thin skinned. She held her liquor and would always be the type to pay for her own drinks. A mess of a girl Like wine on a white dress, or weathered books. Beautiful. But not perfect. An outlier, always against the current and found the most attractive  qualities were someones intellect and passion. That kind of beauty rarely fades. She had this way about her, that made you want to break the rules and reminded you that some mistakes are worth making. She just had this way about her that made you feel like it was all worth it.

He closed his eyes and got lost in thought.