Looking down, there stands alone relfections of the blurry world. 

The puddle itself is like that showing the world as is yet isn't, the reflection that stands can be easily distorted.

In that still puddle, I see her, touchable yet not. 

Far yet seen, so afraid to touch the image and not be able to see her again.

A image that can be easily distorted, a voice that sounds pleasant to the ear. 

I don't know what's reality, I only know I want to see her.

Who is she? I don't know.

Ever since I can remember, I always dreamt of this girl, I neither know what she looks like nor if she even is real?

People often have avoided me becuase of my weird obession with tthe girl. 

I believe she is real and that she isn't a fragment of my imagination. The still blurry figure of this girl and the dreams she's there is so real, I know it is.