Ode to Courtney

She stands an inch and a half taller than me, and always has. She has thick, dark brown hair that curtains beyond her shoulders. She has icy blue eyes that stab you like knives, and she frames them with hipstery 60's librarian glasses she gets complimented on often. She has very pale skin that burns very easily, but it almost gives her a pure look to her, like a statue. She's partial to retro clothing, which works well for her because she does a majority of her shopping in thrift stores. She has modelesque teeth because of the crap-load of work that was done to them when she was younger. She has trouble understanding emotions, but is shockingly a stickler for giving advice. She has a sarcastic, offbeat sense of humor that meshes quite well with mine, which is yet another reason we're best friends. Like me, she's constantly contemplating the deep, unasked questions of life, and we can therefore go on for hours philosophizing about the world. She's my best friend because we're two estranged souls in a sea of normal, and the light of our worlds will eternally shine off-center.