Serene, like a moonlit lily, that's what she is. But then he looks at her again, and she is so much more. All of her thoughts, all of her beliefs, they are so overwhelming, and oddly enough, make sense in their own little peculiar way.
She is a whirlwind, he decided. And it sounded right, a whirlwind of thoughts, of scrutinizing anything and everything that was "normal" and believing in the unbelievable. She was amazing, putting all of her faith into something that she doesn't understand, but knows that it is somehow right. So sure, so positively sure, that there is something more out there, something that everyone else somehow misses.
She seems to see everything in a different perspective, almost as if her cardboard cut-out glasses give her the gift of sight. Not normal sight, but sight into a person's soul. Because when she looks at him, he is nothing. She sees him at his core, when he is raw, when he is, essentially, nothing.
And yet in his lowest state, she manages to smile at him, to reassure him that even though his flaws are far from few, he is still accepted. Not only for himself, but for his shortcomings too.
Sometimes he wonders why he even likes her. She is much too weird for his tastes, and his family would never accept her.
And yet he is drawn to her. To the way her hair shimmers in the moonlight, and her eyes. Oh her eyes. Bulging and bug-like, it should have been easy enough to push them out of his mind. But he thinks about them. Everyday, and at night when he can't sleep, there her eyes are, staring at him. Infiltrating his thoughts until he can't think anymore. She is his addiction, but he doesn't mind, he kind of likes it.
Can anyone guess who this is about? Well, hope you liked it, I got bored, and this was the result