Compared to you, I am nothing special. I am the flower in your hair, the ground beneath your feet. You are what adds the esscence to my life, the cream and sugar that take away the bitterness of my morning coffee. It's your arms I run to, your shoulder I cry on, your smiles I always cherish. I am the tears and sorrow you choose to put up with, the thorn in your thumb you refuse to yank out. I am not like you, but there you are, hand out to me like I actually belong in your world.