" She was unreal.
She was perfection.
Girls like her didn’t belong here.
Fortunately, she did belong to me.
She always wore a winsome smile, but it wasn’t only that.
It was her eyes; they were made up of stars.
Her hands.
Her fingers.
It was the world’s most fancy duty to keep her close. "

― Pratibha Malav , If Tomorrow Comes (A Kind Of Commitment, #2)