She isn't the most beautiful girl in the world. She doesn't have huge boobs or a big ass. She isn't perfect, but I love her. I met her and I knew that it was going to be magical. Unfortunately, she didn't see it the same way as me. I am so much in love with her, but she is moved on. I see her almost everyday and what hurts the most is that she's just as amazing as always but no longer mine. She is one in a billion. I miss her with all my heart but it's time to move on.