sof

A lucky glimpse. That's what she is. Her hazel eyes will come and save the day by playing the song that you didn't know you needed. A keeper. There are no words to describe her.

Moments, that is. But as these moments keep happening, she remains the x of the equation: unknown.

Whenever you meet Soff, you will know.

Cheers, Sof, for the moments, both the pasts and those which are still to be lived.