She was much older than I.
Her backstory was much unknown to me, and it didn't matter at all,
what mattered was that she noticed my existence, the fact she's going out of her way to take a chance at something that could either be the biggest mistake of her life or something that could put a smile on her face for the last bits of her existence. It's a beautiful thing to see someone come out of their shell for another, even the slightest bit, and to see her do such a thing for a person like me was unbelievable. Speaking to me as if she cared about what I had to say and not just letting it go in one ear and out the other, but actually taking my words and holding onto them, giving me the light of day. Her insides are as beautiful as she is and the head that rests upon her shoulders is a gift to mankind itself. She is the epitome of unique and the essence of remarkable. A keen interest in her is all I've come to assume, drawn like a moth to a flame, the passion I hold onto for this individual is extravagance alone. She's what I've come to think of before I fall asleep, and the thought that becomes present in an unannounced manner. She's grown to be apart of my daily routine, and someone I'd like to keep around.

Perfezione Dolce