Dream with me

Her

This is a really short story I thought I'd write. The thought came to my head and I let my hands write. Hope you like it.

Suddenly, I saw it in her eyes. She was desperate for love, she was desperate. I have never talked to her. But her whole body kept screaming "help me."

Her long light brown hair that'd go down to her waist, her hazel eyes that had so much passion, so much intensity and yet so much hate. Her soft light skin that looked like it glowed In the day light. Her long legs that she so much hated, she was such a beauty. What hurt me most is that she had no clue.

I would look at her for as long as could, before she'd catch me staring. Looking at her gives me some kind of peace, but also so terrified that I do not know how to save her. For I do not know what to save her from.

She is very sensitive, very kind and very quiet. If you ask me, she is a mystery unsolved. A puzzle without its frame.

I wonder what goes on in her head, I wonder what she thinks. What it's like to be by her side. Or what it's like to take her hand. It hurts, watching her hurt. It kills, not saving her.

Suddenly, I saw it in her eyes. She was scared, but she finally fell in love.