My Gorgeous Girlfriend- Scarlet | Chase -life Sel... [upd]

People see the scarlet of her name first—the lipstick stain on a coffee cup, the flash of a satin heel disappearing around a corner, the way the setting sun sets her hair on fire. But living with her means learning the quieter colors: the periwinkle blue of her reading glasses at 6 a.m., the cream-white of a tank top while she fries eggs, the deep charcoal of a thunderstorm in her eyes when she’s solving a crossword puzzle and I’ve just suggested the wrong seven-letter word for “enigma.”

She is not my better half. She is my louder, stranger, more beautiful whole. My Gorgeous Girlfriend- Scarlet Chase -Life Sel...

She can recite Bukowski from memory but cries at dog food commercials. She owns three leather jackets and exactly one pair of sensible shoes—worn only to chase our neighbor’s runaway cat, Mr. Whiskers, down the fire escape at 2 a.m. (She succeeded, by the way, cradling that orange tabby like a stolen jewel while standing barefoot on wet concrete, laughing so hard she snorted.) People see the scarlet of her name first—the

And every day, she is still painting her self-portrait. I just get the privilege of holding the brushes. End of piece. She can recite Bukowski from memory but cries

She corrects my grammar in the margins of takeout menus. That was the first clue that Scarlet Chase was not just gorgeous, but dangerous.

They say you should never meet your heroes. But loving Scarlet Chase means waking up next to one—a messy, brilliant, gloriously imperfect hero who leaves coffee rings on the manuscript of her own life and calls it art.