She seems like she doesn't belong here. On Earth, I mean. Like her mind is on another plain and she's soaring high above me. She's what I aspire to be. All other-worldly and all but besides that she is cold and indifferent. She stares straight ahead while walking. No smile. No man ever catches her eye. She doesn't seem to need any friends. She doesn't seem to have a heart at all. Like she's a robot. I, on the other hand, wear my heart on my sleeve, care too much, I need affection, and too many men catch my eye. She never has to worry about pain or rejection. She accepts herself and that's good enough for her. And why shouldn't it be? After all, in the end we only have ourselves. And if being alone suits her, maybe it suits me. I've never had anyone to share anything with, truely. I always have these secrets that I never tell. My best and closests friends don't know me at all. I'm sure being alone will suit me. It will have too. She is too much a part of me.