She didn't look beautiful, she looked like art. Art isn't supposed to be beautiful, it's supposed to make you feel something.
-Eleanor and Park
The sparkling lights flashed as we walked into the gym. I looked to my girlfriend, who was staring, a mesmerized and nervous expression on her face. I leaned down and whispered in her ear,
"God, you're the most gorgeous person here."
I watched as a smile spread across her face and she turned her head to kiss me. I wrapped my arm tighter around her waist and pulled her up against my body. She was wearing a beautiful fitted dark turqouise dress, and she had a golden shimmering choker on her neck and golden rings on her fingers. Her eye makeup was subtle and matched her jewelry, and her lipstick was the same shade as her dress. It was breathtaking.
A/N: this is just a drabble that came to my head
