She is beautiful. She is simple. She is sweet. She is smart. She is innocent. She is traditional. She is of a different religion. She is way better than me. She is kind. She hates me. Many times, I had expressed myself to her when I was drunk, and I think I have ruined all my chances to impress her. We work at the same place, and she hates to even look at me. But she is perfect. She is the best, I think she is the best match possible for me. I love her, I love her, I love her. Oh God.....Please tell her, that I love her.