A girl with a broken heart and high hopes.

Broken but still beautiful.

I only saw her several times.
But I couldn't forget her. I don't know..
Can anyone forget her easily? Or it's just me?
It's just me who's not able to forget how I felt after I saw her.

That's strange.. I really want to understand her.
Why didn't she let me?
Maybe because she was afraid that if I couldn't understand her thoughts the way they're.

When you see her, you can't describe her.
Because you know that nothing can perfectly describe her.

You can just feel her, feel the way she moves, the way she breathes, the way she sees things.

Not anyone can understand her.

Her thoughts, her small body, her soul.
Her pale face.
And how sensitive she is.

When you see her, you see how beautiful but how broken she is at the same time.

You see how kind and polite she is.

When you see her, you can tell how she hopes for a better life, and how deep down she knows that one day she'll get what she wants.
Maybe not with the exact things that she wants now, but they would be replaceable.

Her body speaks but not everyone can understand.

You may describe her as a dictionary.
A dictionary of mysterious words, or a book full of meanings.

You can't be her, but you can learn a lot of things from her.

She has an old soul and a very tired heart.
Her soul is like an open cage.
She's free within herself.

You can study her soul.

If you see her face, her thin hair, and the way she moves, you would fall in love in just seconds, and a lifetime to forget.

When you see that sensitive, small girl from far away.
You would feel her heart, her weak body, and her tired eyes.
Her tired soul..
Her small and cold hands.
You can tell by the way she warms her hands and puts back to her pocket.

Yes, that was her.

Even though I couldn't understand her point, even though I can't talk to her anymore.

But after I met her, I learned that broken things can still be beautiful.
She may have been broken, but still beautiful.

24th December 2016