Different.

She is indeed something.
She isnt like the rest.
She's different.

In a rotten world, that is crumbling at her feet, she manages to stay on top.
Death is facing her in the face.
She doesnt run...
She couldnt.
She knows she has to be strong.
What else could she do?

She is surrounded by happiness and bliss.
Her boyfriends love wraps around her like an over sized quilt.
And on that quilt...on every patch there is a picture.
A picture of her life...
A picture of her past.
A picture of the present.

She wonders why she has no pictures of her future.
She becomes worried.
Her boyfriend tells her not to worry.
She's frantic and tries to sow on her own future on the quilt.
To her surprise It doesnt work.

Her boyfriend tells her not to worry.
He can't garuntee a future for her.
He can't garuntee a life filled with constant happiness.

He can though ,garuntee her one thing.....
A future with him...
That itself cannot be defined by a quilt.
 

She is indeed something.
She isnt like the rest.
She's different.

The End

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