She is the story of my life and the object of my purest affection, but before I get into the details of my story I need you to first meet her. She’s beautiful, but not because her obvious physical qualities, which by themselves are exquisite, but because within seconds of meeting her you realize a heart like her is why the world spins. She is the strongest most gentle creature I will ever know. Her compassion could melt the poles and her heart is not afraid of anything (anything except love, which is the paradox of her life,but we will get into later). She is kind of women that can talk to anyone, whether it be at an opera or the local dive bar. She moves and breathes with an accessible divine sophistication that is impossible to resist. Her countless charms are never ending. Her heart is tenaciously fierce and never stops when it comes to defending something she loves. Incredibly despite her all this beauty and wonder she still has never forgets the roots of her humble childhood. Although being asian she grew up in a predominantly hispanic neighborhood in urban Los Angeles, affectionately called Dogtown by its inhabitants. This multi-cultural urban upbringing just adds to the infinite facets of her allure. I have known her for years and still are caught off guard by her unique talents or taste, such as her affinity for michelada’s. Sadly this beautiful soul suffered at a young age and because of these trouble time her eyes she everything through a shade a sadness, skewing her perception of herself and the world. I can only hope and pray one day someone will be able to lift her shade of sadness and bring to her the undefinable irresistible beauty she brings to everyone she touches. Over the past few years she has become my best friend. Really I have recognized her to be more than this, she is my soul mate. I never really believed in this term “soul mate” until I met her. To me it was the stuff of fairy tales and children’s bed time stories, but that all changed the first time I met her. It was an interesting night, I was in the middle of the disintegration of my twenty year relationship, and I was playing wing man for my friend. One of my good friends was interested in her and I was there to play wingman for him. She was bringing along a friend I had been casually attracted to so I figured what the hell a night out might do me good. The night started uneventfully at a local wine bar with the usual casual conversations of a first date, but within the first few minutes something inside woke up. Something ancient that had lied within in me dormant my entire life. Our conversation flowed with the cadence of life long friends. The troubles of the world floated away and even the two other people at our table greyed out. To be honest I don’t remember much of the night except her, and our first dance. She wanted to dance, unfortunately the band was playing brown eyed girl by Van Morrison. This song was drenched in memories of my ex-girlfriend at the time. In that moment I started believing in magic. Once dance and she wiped away that bad memory. That was day one, June 22, and since then I haven’t been the same. Knowing her has seemed like one long day. Its always been hard for me to trace our timeline because I feel deep down inside parts of me have always known her. She actually was a co-worker and had worked in the same building for several years, and despite having numerous common acquaintances some how our paths had never crossed. This may sound crazy to you, and I know she thinks I’m crazy, but I dreamed about her years before we met. I still remember the dream like it was last night. It was only silhouettes clouded by shadows, but I remember it vividly. Her silky dark hard, smooth skin, the elegant lines of her face and those eyes, those beautiful warm brown eyes. Here eyes are really the most beautiful thing about her. If you are ever close enough to really look into them you will feel what I am talking about. They cover you in a warm soft glow, it’s what I imagine heaven gates to feel like. If she could hear me now she’d tell me I’m blind, but I know I am not everything I know, everything I am knows she is trully beautiful. I see her, and maybe its true the heart sees what is blind to the eye, but I see her she is perfect, loveable, and completes the universe for me. I’ve never seen or felt anything so perfectly as I do her.