She is different

She is different_she is of her own kind.I can guess you are already trying to picture  how she looks.Do not stop because i will not show you her picture maybe i give you cornucopia details about her.She is like a bud produced by a tree after a long winter.I remember the first time i saw her_a moment of life she glistened so bright in my eyes.I am not even sure of which words i used on her_short but not too short,brown like the coffee berries,cute face that make jaws drop with a well defined curveous body.I have no more words to describe her so try and have more imagination about her but it is not nötig.I am not wasting my time lamenting instead i am cooing about her_she is worth it.She is of all virtue one would ever want in a lady_her description is ineffable.Past but not forgotten.She remained stuck untill she got tired of who i was and so she left me but still that did not change the ken i had of her.Sometimes we tie our shoelaces so tight but after while they become loose and just like love_at times we love so much but just when it is up to our heart's 'brim',the rapport is over.I wonder how somebody came up with fairy tales because in real life,it does not always end with happy ever after.Some stories are too sad to be told but too real to be kept dern.I know my boring short story is insignificant to you but trust me out of ten,it is the same story that can be told by more than five.