I met my soul mate. She is the pretties girl alive. Her hair is a soft dark brown curly crown, still with hints of blonde from high lighting her hair not too long ago. Skin as brown and smooth as milk chocolate itself,thighs thick like oatmeal, but just as solid and sweet as pound cake. Her stomach is a little round, but that just means more of her to love.she's short, just under 5'3, but has the heart of a lion. She was fierce and firey. She takes no disrespect from anyone, and those who try, never attempt a second time. BUT in the same stroke she is as delicate as a field of lilacs. She has the grace of a swan,and moment of an elk. She is the wind and the hurrican, the light and the dark, the elegance and the gauche. She's far from perfect though. Ranging from biting her nails and skiping class, to isolating herself and shutting the wrong people out. But worst of all, she hurts herself. It pains me to see her doing this. To see the scares ruin not only her perfect brown skin, but her mind and soul. To know she longs to be somewhere she knows nothing of,on another side she's not even so sure of, makes me happy and sad. Sad because she's so young and has so much of her life left. I do whatever I can to show her that life's worth living, because i know if she continues she'll be one of the greatest of all time. I stay with her everyday and do all I can to make sure she makes it through her dark times safely, and returns back to society. I'm working toward her being as happy as possible but it's so hard to do, with so little resources. But, it makes me beyond happy because I'll finally be able to touch her, kiss her, smell her...... love her properly. She will finally know there was someone there with her every step of the way. Every feeling of hope in her dark times, was me. But that's not my job. My job as her soul mate is to make sure she makes it till she is called home properly. And that's what I'll do, they dont call us guardian angels for nothing.
