I remember looking at her hurt. Not because she was fucking beautiful but because she couldn't realise the fact that she was. You couldn't compare her with anyone because it wouldn't make any sense. She was special, different from the other girls; distant, darker and brighter at the same time.
Her confidence was her biggest ally and her worst enemy. She wanted all under her control and even if she would never admit it, she was fucking amazing.
If you have never been victim of being in love, then you wouldn't understand me. Is like everything goes to her, even when I think about the silliest thought you could ever think about, somehow I end up thinking of her. And I can't help it.
I am not the kind of guy every girl is wishing to date with, in fact, I've never been in an actual relationship. I mean, I have kissed girls and have sex of course, but nothing more than that... Till now. Till Katherine.
Katherine... Kath... What a beautiful sound coming from a storm in the middle of nowhere, like a lighting destroying everything it touches, with such a mastery beauty never seen.
