Why isn't she mine?

Words
336
Reading
2 min
Listen
Play
5y
I looked at her, I looked at the way she talks, the way she walks, the way she breathes, the way she eats, the way her eyes sparkle when she smiles, the way she looks when she is really focused and thinking, her whole existence, the way she is, the simplest things she does...She is just so beautiful.

fashion-3080644__480.webp
source
I am obsessed. I am falling endlessly. I can't even begin to comprehend how amazing she looks. And her personality, God knows I could never accumulate enough vocabulary throughout my whole life to describe the golden heart that lies within the cavity of her ribs. She is just so beautiful.

How did I get so lucky? How? How did I get so lucky to know a soul like her? My heart melts in just a glance of her. There is an everlasting light that glows within the walls of my heart that I could never show her. I don't even know if she realizes how extraordinary she is. Does she even know that?

Every single time I looked at her, I always admire every line on every inch of her face, I admire her angles, curves and lines that were so beautifully aligned to form a masterpiece like her… That is when I realized that there is a God up there because it's only a Higher Entity like God that can create and perfect such a beautiful person. I am indeed so grateful for His existence.

But then reality always hits me. It always hits me so hard that it jolts me awake from this lucid dream that I control. And every time I come back to reality, she is never mine.

people-3422435__480.jpg
source
I would always ask myself why isn't she mine? I know I would love her with all my heart and soul. I would love her so hard and deep that she would forget what pain feels like. She is just everything that I have ever wanted my entire life.

Why isn't she mine?