Lover girl was her nature. It was her smile. Her eyes. Her wrinkles. The callouses on her hands. The midriff of her belly. The way she laughs at whatever you said. She loves you unconditionally and to her own detriment. Because life isn't worth living unless it's done in no half measure for her. All or nothing. Pedal weighed down by a large rock, My Chem screaming through the speakers as she ploughs the car off lover's cliff.