She was the happiest girl I had ever met. That wide smile on her face, that habit of making every sentence a cute joke, the habit of continuosly toturing her mouth to talk.
She was that talkative-fun-cute girl.
I was in front of her house. A bouquet and her favourite chocolates because I couldn't wait to see her jump at the sight of those Belgian chocolates.
My heart was so excited. To be happy, to sense her blessing of making the world happy just with her words.
To see how she made me bloom even with her least intense sun ray. How my mind showed taxis towards her halo.
Her halo that shined from within that pure heart.
She was 18. Laila. But she was already the source of my light. Her heart and her mind. They were the dopamine doses my body needed every once in a while.
I knocked the door. And Liala opened it . That curly brown hair flowing upto her shoulders, those deep brown eyes staring or maybe rejoicing at my sight, that mulatto skin shining with its own charm and liala as a whole standing with her charisma.
Without a word she hugged me tight.
And it took me back to our first encounter.
