The first time i saw her , i remember exactly how she was dressed up
i remember how she smiles and speaks and acts with people , i kept analyzing everything about her
and i knew that nobody is that perfect
She fakes a smile and says she's okay but in reality she barely made it through the day
and everyday she'll continue to smile no matter how hurt she is with her innocent eyes and her angels face
like Edmund Spenser says "as the great eye of heaven shined bright , and made a sunshine in the shady place"
i found her interesting to know
i wanted to know everything about her
her dreams, her past , her life purpose, what keeps her awake at night.
i was not planing to do small talks with her , i wanted to discover her insecurities and fears , what makes her happy and what wastes her precious tears
i barely knew her but we talked about atoms, death, aliens, sex, magic and intellect
she trusted me with her secrets without defining our relationship
we had the type of conversations where they have to end only because of sleep
i found myself falling for her deeper every second because she's a dreamer and a doer , she's a believer and a thinker
and i knew exactly what she is
she is perfect.