My heart fluttered and my stomach tied into a knot every time I would see her.
She was mesmerizing and I never got enough time to look at her and take in all of the perfection that is her. From her hair that was always on one side, to her cowboy boots.
I would always try to memorize her, because she was the most beautiful thing to look at.
The way her nose crinkles and how she rolls her eyes at me when I do something stupid was so adorable.
Or the way she would get irritated but still laugh when I would mess her hair up, and eventually hold my wrists so I couldn't touch her was so cute.
The way she would just absentmindedly play with my hair or touch me was wonderfully sweet.
She was all I could ask for and more.
And she was mine for those small sections of the day. Then I would have to go back to the reality of being alone as soon as she got in her truck to leave.
And she always left.
