Who is she?

This girl,

I met her in the streets,

This ordinary girl.

We greeted, but never went any further.

Till one fine night, laughter brought us closer.

Soon, stories of our past lives were told,

To how we come to be where we are now.

Coincidence often pops up when our times are shared.

We were drew back a little,

But in no time, understanding came between us.

The details of my heart and mind, she read it like a book.

In a flash, she could predict what I would do or say,

Knowing me more than what I could make out of myself.

Our times, stories and coincidences shared,

In an instant, our hearts missed the company of each other.

This came to be new to us,

As we set in our minds, friendship would never turn into another.

Now,

Our hearts share one same feeling,

Love.

This girl that I met,

Who is my best friend and most importantly, My Love.