She was very dull, always quiet, never seemed to want to compare or compete, and I know she had some trouble, even that can is light, as if everything is acceptable.
I remember carrying her in the back seat, I remember watching her play with my phone, and I remember her running together, umbrella together, train together.
At that time I did not dare tell her, and when a young cavity pursuit, then care too much right or wrong.
Again and again only place open her head, and finally no longer speak.
She would rather not dynamic, guess she was silly love to joke, guess she did not like the courage to leave work, guess she did not get married and have children so early. But finally she was like every beautiful girl of the same makeup, happy people live like every day.
I understand that, like me, to be seen as dull part of the perfect man, is not for most people happy. Her soul and there are those stubborn strength, but she never belong to me, even if there are so few moment I have felt the same beat.
I pray that one day another star will dim across my sky, stop in my orbit.