She was just a normal, pretty, adorable, girl.
Not the ones who get the expensive phones, take pointless selfies.
No, she's the one who needs someone to hold and say:
"I love you."
She might be the one for me,
But I can't tell the future.
She is nice to me.
Although I give her random stuff.
But she'll take it.
I say I love you and hold her hand
I love her.
But she'll always be unknown.
