She was extraordinary. Or, that's what I thought. I thought she was brighter than anyone else. That God had blessed her being.
I thought that she was so very special and that I really was in love. But now that I see her fully, I'm scared of getting crushed.
She isn't extraordinary. She's like everyone else. God didn't bless her, but rather made a fool out of me for thinking he did.
Just let me be swallowed by beautiful grass. Let me bury myself in the sun.