I smiled.
She was pure beauty. Her eyes spoke a thousand words and told tales of sorrow and despair, yet held hope for a light and bright future.
She was perfect.
And I was not.
"Hey. Um- What's your name? And are you not cold? It's snowing. Come inside." She like softly, a hint of worry in her voice.
"I'm not cold bhut I'll come in still. You shouldn't worry for strangers. You'll only get hurt."
"I've been hurt enough before. Besides I can tell that you won't because you're different."
Only one word to descirbe her. Perfect.
