its too cold outside, for angels to fly...

.....and there is this one person you distinctly remember passing by in the corridor, or with a cup of tea at fasoos, and you just cant get over the look you share for a split second each time,you decide that you ll never walk up and talk to her, because you dont want to spoil what you share, you know her story, you respect her for all reasons you re unsure about.....the beauty of it is that she ll never know how special she is........that shes already the queen of someones world