A mistery

*A mistery*

 

There was nothing misterious about her.

No, really. Not a thing.

No dark red lips whispering untruths.

No phone calls in the middle of the night.

No skeletons in her ikea closet.

 

Just an average girl.

A 9 to 5 French vanilla one. No sugar.

And yet to him she was a mistery.

And each little piece of the puzzle

Brought them closer to love.

 

Zornitsa

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