In some ways..Cairo's grateful for having you as her friend, her best friend. She hates that as a writer, she has not a character, a word, a phrase, sentence, a paragraph a chapter or even a books worth to describe the way she feels about you.

Cairo wasn't truly sure when the feeling started but she always says it was now. Even when now became yesterday and yesterday became many months and years ago since she always seems to fall in love with something new about you everyday. You distract her from the unnecessary but never the important. Your the reason she reads all those hopeless romance books and the way her ears listen, her eyes admire and how her lips can't seem to stay straight. The world she creates around you is a fantasy inside reality.

"Hello? Cairo you still with me?" You smile at her a bit confused. You were so close to her but her gaze looked at you like she was watching a shining star far far away. it's all in her eyes, she's trying to tell you something...something thats she's already said thousands of times before.