The day he met her, it was almost like time had stopped for a moment. It was as if he couldn't breathe, the phrase took my breath away didn't do it justice. She was beautiful.
She had long brown hair that looked so soft, it blew in the wind so effortlessly. She had hazel eyes that complimented her so well, dark green in the middle and golden on the outside, they were different and that was so beautiful to him. She had thin lips that were a light tint of pink. Her skin was flawless, it glimmered in the sunlight as it hit her face at the perfect angle. Her smile, oh her smile. The way her lips curved upwards, her dimples that showed at the corners of her mouth, the way hers eyes crinkled and lit up, it all made him fall even harder for her. She didn't need makeup to be pretty, she was always an angel to him.
Her laugh was music to his ears. He would record it and put it on repeat for days on end if he could. Her voice in general gave him butterflies. He could listen to her talk for hours about anything in the world. Whether she was going on and on about her friends and how much they annoyed her, or how stressful of a day she had at work, or about her passion for animals and how much she loved her dog, it didn't matter what it was, her voice never failed to sooth him.
And oh how crazy she was. He remembered the times he used to wake up to the sound of her favorite songs playing downstairs in the kitchen. He'd smile to himself as he rubbed his eyes and arose from his side of the bed. He'd go downstairs to find her where she always was, standing in the kitchen making them both breakfast while dancing goofily around with the hot pan in her hand, trying desperately to not drop the eggs again. He had lost track of how many times he's had to scrub yolk off the tile floor, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He always used to laugh at her antics, he'd playfully joke with her and tell her to be careful before she hurt herself, though she never listened. She'd scoff and tell him not to worry so much, that she'd be fine. He'd roll his eyes, she was stubborn, but he loved her. She knew he did.
They used to sit at the park together every night. Same bench, same time. They'd watch the sunset together in silence, her head on his shoulder, her hand in his. It was cliché, but it was perfect to them. At that time of night there was no noise, just utter silence. It was a comfortable silence, they didn't have to talk, they just sat in silence and enjoyed each others presence while watching the sunset. Even on the hard nights where they would fight, they never stopped going. It was routine, and nothing was going to change that.
As the memories of her came flooding back, he remembered how much he missed her. But as he looked at the empty space beside him where she used to accompany him on their bench, he smiled and told himself, she will always be there to watch the sunset with him, every night.
A/N I'm so sorry I've been so inactive :/ Here's a long awaited update :)
