As I watched her in class I noticed all the little unusual things she does like wiggle her nose every now and again, says things to herself before she writes them down on paper, and especially that laugh! All of those things are what make my day. I yearn to have her heart like a child wanting their favorite teddy bear. That little twinkle in her eyes that beams right through my every thought. I just can't get enough of that insane laugh that so vigorously reminds me of Joker. She has the kind of personality that sticks to you like a sweet caramel apple, and that's damn sure good enough for me.
Maybe, just maybe she will like me back and maybe she'll see that I could be that one who changes her life! All I need is that chance. The chance to put the thread though the needle and make her my own little rag doll. To stitch up the sorrow that I see on her arms, and put no price tag on her because a beauty like that isn't something money can buy, only care can do the trick. So till that day I shall save that sewing box with the needle in it already prepared for her perfect little self.
