She had tan skin and flowy, brown hair. But her hair was not like a dull brown. It glistened and shone. She had natural highlights illuminating her hair. Her eyes were a deep blue, much like the ocean she was staring at. Her tank top blew in the wind as she watched the sun set so beautifully off the horizon. She had freckles, but just enough to count on one hand. Her body had many curves, but not from being "overweight" as society has called it. She looked a healthy weight. Her arms weren't scrawny, but weren't buff. She had thick calves; probably from all the running she does along the shoreline.
She is beautiful, and none of the words describe her to a T. She is quite frankly the most beautiful being to walk the earth.
And I'm in love.
We've talked a little, if you count my rapid stuttering and blabbering as she just looked off into the ocean and nodded.
She had a thing for collecting sea shells, too. Only certain ones, though, I noticed. The kind with the pale pink, the deep purples, sea green or sunset orange. She seemed fond of colors.
And like I said, she is beautiful.
But falling in love was so wrong, but it felt so right.
