Something About Her

There has always been something about her. Nothing I could place, but indeed a thing that I have always found favorable. A good thing, no doubt this thing was, but it was always just something and not some thing that I knew.
I always knew it was some thing I could not know, but should it be surmised as a thing I know, it's unclear if that thing would remain the something that this thing had always been.
I can rule out at least half of all things that pertain to her as the thing I consider to be that something about her, for these things are not something I admire in her.
The clarity of this thing about her, this something of certain uncertainty and most certain unclerity, might perhaps be clarified only by the fact of its uncertainty and unclarity. For it being unclear is clearly the thing that makes her something the something that it is.
For indeed this thing is many things, or rather, many somethings, unclear as the next and the next, and all at once are these many things the something which inhabits her.
That something is unique. The necessary clarity of this something's remaining unclear has made it clear to me that the something about her is most certainly hers.
As long as I have known her, things has been unclear and uncertain, and that something has remained the thing that creates that unclarity.
So perhaps now this something is indeed some thing that I know. I know of its uncertainty, being a most certain factor. I know of its unclarity, which clerifies something about her. But still remains something about her, and it is just that thing, and it is hers.
It is a justifiable occurance this thing about her, and justified clarity on the subject of unclarity and uncertainty, not just abstract clarification on the clarity of her unclarity, can clerify further the uncertainty of what that something is just about.
I just clarify for my own sake, and for the justifiable sake of clarity. To see some thing as just something without a clear look at just what that something is would be foolish, would it not? I'd deem it too uncertain to justify. And so I am justified in my necessity to clerify the unclear and clear up that something that is in just so much unclarity.
There's just something about her, after all.