Shayna. Her dark hair grazed her bare shoulders. Her clothes sat perfectly on her thin frame. She dressed simple, tank tops and cardigans paired with her mom jeans. She wasn't too extravagant and that's what I loved about her. Effortlessly beautiful with her black frames sliding down her nose.
She sat across from me, I couldn't help but admire her. She had a dark and deep appeal. She was everything I admired, her mystery peaked my curiosity. She wasn't like others. She spoke her mind, you could never tell what she'd say next.
I've always wanted to know what went on in her mind, I've only gotten as close as meeting her eyes when we accidentally made eye contact. They say eyes are the key to the soul and from what I've seen, her soul was beautiful. I desperately wanted her, but she barely looked my way. I'd give anything to be hers.
