I wrote this in the honeymoon phase of what I have deemed my first "real" romantic relationship. Looking back at this piece, I thought I'd cringe at it a lot more than I am while reading it. I don't regret what I wrote. It's been years now, and I'm glad that her and I are still on good terms. The relationship didn't work out, but she's one of my best friends. I love her just as much as I did then. I know now that she wasn't the one, but then I was to inexperienced to know the difference between such strong platonic love and romance. And yes, her smile is still just as nice.
At a glance you might have missed her, seemingly just another ordinary girl. After all it would be easy to miss a chunk of gold in a roaring riverbed, but if you looked closer you would see the glimmer in the stones. Her hair was soft to the point that when the light hit it, it simply sunk into the light brown locks. Her face seemed to mimic this same softness, blending into its surroundings in a way that can only be described as ultimate comfort. Hey eyes looked in with a warm longing, although what she longed for was unclear, and her smile was a rare, glorious sight to behold. When that flash of joy shown across her face, it projected a warm light that could disarm a mountain. She was seldom noticeable because she was quiet in both appearance and action, because noise was not comforting.
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