You… how do I describe this one who pervades my dreams, and peppers my thoughts? How is it that she is who she is? She cares none for skin pigment, the colors matter not to her. She loves me despite the fact that I am who I am, and loves me I think because I am who I am. I cannot describe to you, this cherub that I know, you would just have to meet her and find out yourself. She is an elf, and an imp by nature, prone to wreaking havoc on mortal men. She can bring you up from a depressed state, like she was picking up a simple piece of paper that had fallen lightly from its place. She knows not how much she matters to me, nor how much she