a smile appears on my face everytime I think of my PIC. she makes me happy. in an ideal world, my PIC would be the happiest person. ever. but…
it's never turned out the way we wanted it to be, has it? honestly, if one spends time with her, understanding her character, and the problems that she's facing, they'd feel the same way about her too. she deserves the best, that girl.
she says I paint the picture of an angel when talking about her. she finds it hard to believe that I think so highly of her. she says, "only one person has ever said all those things to me." but, truly, she is God's gift to the people around her. her family. her friends. her boyfriend. me (:
hopefully, in times to come, people would see her in the same light. her laughter is so contagious your lips would curve up into a smile and u wouldn't even realize it. (o - pause - kay…I know it's ironic that I can say that, but, a smart person would get why i'm trying to say. heh. q: )
now that I'm so close to her, I find it hard to understand why I didn't talk to her for the first three to six months of college. it's even harder to imagine life without her.
the best of my PIC has yet to come. 'waiting with bated breath. (:
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