I've Found You

Seventh Grade

Her laugh permeated the room. A beautiful melody that always soothed my soul. However, it also brought the pain that came with knowing that she was not mine. Peaking across the room to where she sat in the corner, laughing with her friends, I felt the cruelty and irony of the universe. Her beautiful hair, a sort of golden brown, thick and wavy, glided around as her broad shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. Those rose red lips turned up into an enchanting smile. Her slight nose, turned up a little at the bottom perfectly filled her oval face. But the features I was most enraptured with were her eyes. Hidden behind glasses, they shone as bright as the sea, green-blue, and  completely beautiful. Her beauty was not the makeup enhanced look seen on so many magazine covers, but a perfectly natural loveliness. Perhaps it was not the face of someone who would model, but this girl was someone who's beauty only grew with everything else about her, like her laugh, and her personality. I turned away sadly. We were separated by a language gap. Even if I had the guts to, I could never tell her exactly how I felt. However, I was determined to at least try to reach her. I would learn English, like everyone else at this school spoke, if only to win her love.

It was the end of the school year. I wished with all my heart that I had gotten to know her better. I was excelling in English, but there was much more to learn. Having only been in her homeroom the whole year, I had not made much improvement in getting close to her. Sometimes she would look up and catch me watching, but I doubted she knew how I really felt. Who knows. Maybe next year we will become more.