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Friday, February 16, 2007, 4:24 PM
Shruti wrote a paragraph on me.
i feel like crying everytime i read it.
you'll forever be my bestest friend shruti<3
YYYShe’s a picture of perfection. Finding someone so imperfectly perfect who would fit me, making me so complete, filling those empty voids in me, fitting me like a jigsaw puzzle- only she can do it. She is the antonym of all that’s normal, dull and boring. She’s a picture of vibrancy- making me smile, me, the reject, the misunderstood person, she makes ME smile. What a feat that is. She is unspeakably loud and insanely normal. INSANELY normal. Oh, just how unique that is. She can make words have meaning- with depth and emotion like no other person can. She is creatively dull……not at all. She is so creative at everything- even being dull- that she is creatively DULL. She is horribly good to me and arrogantly humble. She is hysterically calm and perfectly imperfect. She is simply complex and precisely off-centre…..making her the most special person on earth. She, unlike me, is CYNICALLY OPTIMISTIC, catching sunshine into her soul. God must have been blessed to create such a wonderful creature. She is, unfortunately, foolishly realistic…..yet having an imagination soaring beyond the realms of existence. She is incompetently capable of anything under the Sun’s rays. She is animatedly real, cute and crazy like those Disney characters. She is patiently anxious…if you get my drift. She is cowardly courageous…the bravest person I know. She is characteristically remarkable…..and she is my twin. She is the picture of the perfect person. So deep and yet so shallow…..there are no words to describe her because words are just that- words. Sounds with no meaning. And we ALL know she deserves so much more than that. She deserves the best God can give her.
