She sits on a sofa, with someone else, but I don't worry, I trust her. She looks around our gathering, spectating the atmosphere, warmly smiling at its playfulness and lets out cute giggles at times. She sits with her legs pressed against her chest, her hands wrapped around them. I can't stop but look at her, who couldn't? She is beautiful, more beautiful than the human eye can perceive, more beautiful than the mind can comprehend. They suspect I’m writing to someone, but i sit here in my lone chair, my thoughts wandering to the extra-ordinary girl sitting across me. She looks up to meet my stare and offers me a loving smile, she stands up and walks to me, holds my hand then takes me away. I look to her as we walk and i ask "Where are we going extra-ordinary girl?" she turns to me and looks brightly to me, staring into my soul and asks "Does it matter?”, I chuckle to myself, “I guess it really doesn't."
