There wasn't anything really special about you.
You didn't seem any different from the other people sitting around the table. Your hand was as soft as everybody else's when I shook your hand, your whole was as polite as your friend's and your eyes weren't glittering like the scattering stars outside the window.
There wasn't anything really special about you and yet, after we said goodbye, you managed to keep my eyes trained on your back until you disappeared around the corner.
You are extra ordinary.
And you, at the same time, are extraordinary.
—For you, who piqued my interest in a simple yet complicated way
