Every time I think about her dark hair, her eyes that burn with fire and passion, I feel a rush through my veins and an uncontrollable smile growing on my lips. Warmth spreads from my chest to the very tips of my fingers when I hear her name.
I've always admired her from afar, careful not to scare her away. The images play in my mind from stolen glances on bright summer day. I memorised the chip in her tooth when she giggled to the way that she played with her fingers when she sensed someone's gaze.
She was more radiant than the sun in my eyes. Always disbelieving of any beauty that her being held, never one to accept a compliment without retaliating with her own.
