The Mysterious Girl 🧖

She's just an ordinary girl of the 21st century, hidden within her sparkling social networking pages.

Waist length jet black hair, guarded eyes with long lashes. I knew there​ was more to her than what she appeared to be on social networking sites. I tried to read her in an obvious way and realised that I was failing miserably because almost every word she spoke could be interpreted differently with a deeper, darker and yet honest meaning. She's so free, so happy and spirited and yet so unachievable.

I fell for her, madly. I wanted her to be mine and only mine. My selfish existence wanted to know everything about her. Her stories and experiences, her desires and wants, her fears and failures, the reason behind each and every caption of her weird photos, the scars embracing her body, her unforgettable and unforgivable past, everything. She became my inspiration, the reason I wanted to use ink on parched paper.

Time flew and now, I want to be that person who smiles at her with a knowing glance when people try to guess whom she's dated. That person whom she calls up at 3am to talk about her insecurities. I just don't want to be some random person who occupied a figment of her colourful mind sometime. I want to be the palette instead that she uses to create more colours, to create an even better person than she already is. I want her to be so pristine, so beautiful that it becomes hard to believe that she's not an illusion. I want to be that person who's strong enough to leave her side when she doesn't need me anymore. I want to have a limitless bond with her a bond so strong that it can never be labelled.