Love From Afar

Part 2- Beautiful

She was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her golden hair was tied up into a loose braid, and a couple loose strands floated in front of her face. She didn't even seem to notice them, she was so caught up in her book. It was some sort of fantasy, where the hero saves the world and gets the girl, and then they ride off into the sunset on their stallion or unicorn or whatever. I'm not really into that stuff. Although getting the girl sounds pretty good. As long as it's this girl. Her eyes were this beautiful shade of blue, like the ocean. They seemed endless. You could just stare into her eyes, and fall down into them forever and ever and ever... Not that I've ever done that. She probably doesn't even know that I exist. I mean, what girl would ever care about a creep like me? Certainly not a girl like her. She somehow manages to dress casual yet still be elegant at the same time. Her turquoise blue t-shirt is embossed with the emblem from some old video game that everyone's heard of but no one plays except geeks and people who want to face an overload of nostalgia. I bet she actually played those games without being a geek... Anyway, the shirt brings out the ocean in her eyes. So do her faded blue jeans, the jeans that she has a thousand identical pairs of. At least, that's what it seems like. Blue jeans are all that she ever wears. And scuffed up black tennis shoes. It's her trademark style, and it's original yet classic. That girl, MY girl, is full of contradictions. Simple yet elegant, original yet classic, bold yet unnoticed. Except by me. I notice.