“You look like something indescribable. You look…you look Wendy.” She sputters out a laugh, tilting her head. “I look ‘Wendy’?” I nod. “What does that even mean? I look like myself?” “No,.“ I shake my head. “It means you’re a kind of beautiful that belongs only to you. One of a kind. Nothing in this world is more perfect than you are, and it’s a crime to use words that people use all the time to describe you, because there’s nothing like you.”
