Her voice was flat, like a barren desert of words and sounds. Her hair was a mess, with millions of different threads and tangles of brown curls. These aren't the things that made me attracted to her; it was her eyes, God her eyes. They gleamed with joy and tenderness and they made me feel like the safest person in the world when i looked into them. She was the most beautiful thing in the world; and I was head over heels in love. Unfortunatly, i was just another person to her. I can't blame her. I'm not the next Einstein; i'm not supermodel; i'm not a millionaire. She is a rare gem and i am just another ordinary rock.