She did what she wanted. She listened to few. She walked to the beat of her own wild drum. She was beautiful. Passionate. She danced carelessly. She laughed loudly. She loved genuinely. She was irrational, moonstruck, shameless, endearing. She was Existing. Untamed. Painfully divine. Uniquely exceptional. Potentially dangerous. And extremely desired.
"The supply of good women far exceeds that of the men who deserve them." ~Robert Graves