I always thought it was strange that the first thing I noticed about Esmé everytime she walked into a room was the way the light danced off her features.
The multiple hues of brown-a sparkle in her eyes that never dies, thick tresses of hair wrapped neatly in a bun as if a hair tie was strong enough to hold the beautiful textured mane she owned.
The way the skin beneath her eyes would crinkle when she smiled, pearly teeth in display complimenting the freckles on her face.
The dips of her curves and sway of her hips when she walked and if her laughter was a song of praise then I'd worship for the rest of my life.
I always thought it strange that whenever she asked Darren, her obnoxious boyfriend why he loves her, it would be some unintelligent reply about her ass, meanwhile my heart wrote sonnets in her honour while it beats.
I've never been anyone's favourite person before, but at that point in time Esmé was the sun and I the earth that orbited around her.
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Darling Esmé
RomanceFleur Anderson, Aspiring software developer, and overly selfless human is set on her journey for university. Under the pressure of college applications and senior projects, the last thing she expected to do was fall in love. Esmé has always had a gu...
