Normalities.

"Am I normal?"
She asked as she looked in my direction.
"No." I said.
She will never be normal the world will never be normal that's how it is and that's how it's always going to be.
She kept her gaze on me as she fiddled with the loose thread from her burgundy pull-over. I watched all of this, I enjoyed it , I enjoyed it as a child would enjoy a cartoon of any sort, I enjoyed how she looked better than normal , I enjoyed the feeling that came over me as I looked at her that she will always be mine, always be everything to me but "normal".