Her;;
She had the most gorgeous brown eyes anyone could ever think of - comparison could be hard,, I mean,, brown eyes are totally under-appreciated. But the way she gazed lovingly at the things she admired had me lost in a track of senseless thoughts about what is going on in that pretty little head. Oh,, and don't even get me started on her nose because wow oh wow,, the way it curved up at the end like a little mountain had me weak. She was indeed adorable. I got lost in the way her smile dominates her face when she laughs or how her little nose scrunched up in disgust at things she hates - like coffee,, or drake. Her smooth brown hair curves around her angular face and cascades down her back in the most elegant of manners - I highly favoured. Damn,, she was perfect.
But her personality,, that's what caught me off guard. You see,, she seems so reserved as a person - but when she texts you or calls you in late hours of the night wondering why she wasn't good enough,, that's when you see her and you begin to love her. Once she lets you in,, you begin to think - why would anyone hurt her like that ? And oh boy do I regret every single dropped tear that I couldn't catch. I regret every time I couldn't be there to hold her close to me and whisper sweet nothings into her ears. It'll be okay. And she was so strong. So damn strong. She was the girl who would fight her demons the night before so that the next morning she could awake with the biggest smile on her face. She would push her own feelings aside to help others and to comfort them even though she was slowly giving herself up,, piece by piece. But that's why I love her - she's so selfless. She learns from her mistakes. She gives zero fucks. She doesn't think enough. She makes those mistakes and she allows herself to move on.
And I will continue to write about this girl - I will continue to tell the world of the most perfect arrangement of atoms that ever walked by during the 21st century. I will shout it from rooftops that she is what we should aspire to be. I will explain how she always held her head up even during the toughest of times,, how she suited red lipstick more than anyone I have ever seen,, how I preferred her hair down rather than her hair up,, how she had the strangest music taste. I will. And I shall.
Sincerely,,
{{ wilting }}
