On Hold.

I don't know how to describe this feeling. I don't know what she have been to me, but it sure feels like something good for me. She is like that missing piece of the puzzle that completes the perfect picture. There is something about the way she projects herself, she is like a perfume that fills the air with elegance. Her movements so delicate and the delivery of her words flow with eloquence. I can't help but feel like a beast because she is of all things beauty. She embeds the word fine in refine. I can't even compare because she is like a constant reminder of the change I want to see in me. All I can offer her is an unchanging piece of mind through fate or time. But this isn't a fairytale, this is actual. I feel like I am running out on borrowed time. Perhaps one day, all the love I give will come back to me if she is ever so kind. Meanwhile let me be an option that will always be, if she ever feels incline...