I fell in love with a outcast

I can remember the first time I noticed her. She was sitting under a tree reading, her raven hair blowing in the wind. I had seen her almost daily for the last couple of years. She was in my both my art and English classes, and seemed to keep to herself.

My friends at the time like most of our classmates made fun of her, because of her strange sense of dress. This quiet girl was always wearing what i latter learned was traditional Japanese clothing.

As I stared at her that day, little did i know what that one look would set into motion. Even now as i look back, i wouldn't change a thing. She is my heart.