For the first time, I did not even saw her.
For the first time, I walked pass her.
For the first time, she wasn't even a friend.
For the first time, she was ordinary.
For the first time, she was just another girl.
Cliché - adj. n. being predictable and unimaginative; falling into a groove of human boredom; an old tired trend.
Meeting her was far from cliché, it wasn't those capture-by-her-beauty-at-first-sight-and-falls-deeply-in-love kinda type because at my first sight, neither did I even imagine of what would it be like if we're more than friends.
Fate gave me a second chance to know how interesting and amazing it is within that ordinary face. Though she didn't capture my attention on the first sight, I would still choose the same because this second sight was something that couldn't be replaced. If it wasn't for her, I'd forget what does falling for character, spirit and heart felt like.
Out was the strong exterior, she is the one that made me want to protect her when no one sees her weak. Staring intently into that pair of eyes, she is also the one that I wanted to tell her that how much of a fascinating beautiful creature she is, the one that I fell in love, in second sight.
