I'm at it. Again

Like her, used to her, she's become a habit. I dont know how can i describe this? Should i say love her, nah, probably not. Maybe I'm not eligible to use that word anymore. I have used that word liberally in the past so much so that i find it in very short supply these days and i dont wanna use it just yet.

She is nice. Warm and affectionate, someone who grows on you. Not someone you would take notice of at the first glance but before you know it, you are drawn towards her by the magnetism of her simplicity. A woman in complete sense with innocense of a child. Not even a wiff of any pretense, someone so plain and so pure that it is difficult to belive that she exists.