Damn, HER.

She is broken. Clearly Ugly. Good for nothing. Subject of mockery. She is pathetic. He is perfect. Everyone's aspiration. Does things on finger tips.
She was walking all alone with ear plugs tucked in paritally dancing to her own music. He saw her. Not that he did not see her before. He saw her a million days. He ignored her. Pretended she did not exist. He looked down on her. He pretended on hating her. They never talked once. But today, he just saw her. Saw her futility. Her tenderness. Her transparency. And it only took seconds to him to realise all that he has for her is nothing but inevitable love. But he denied. He denied to himself, because he can't let that imperfectness to ruin his perfectness. He is going to hate her. Hate her more than before.
If only he knows she can see right through him from the very first day.
She passed him and then smiled to herself saying that "One day, Your love for me will overcome your YOUNESS and that day I will be unbroken from every corner of my heart. "