When With Her

there is this girl i know who had entered as a part of my life but ended up as my life itself we communicate with each other frequently but some matter are mostly left quaintly what makes it special is each time we communicate we discover something new and yet we realize its each other as same as the first acquaintance....sometimes i wish i was there for her much before i made my entrance...but then again its the rule of existence...that, what's bound to happen is bound to happen at the time none other than that... to whine....the girl of my dreams the silver lining of my clouds of doubt....the smile on my lips and the glow of my face and the keeper of my heart....life may have its own plans with us...but sometimes i beg to differ to change the rules...to be with her until existence ceases to exist