Her hair and eyes.
Her smile to her laugh.
The way her face heats up, becoming a light shade of crimson when she’s laughing too hard, crying or embarrassed. The way her eyes light up whenever she’s excited and the way they glisten with tears when she’s sad. The way she covers her mouth while she’s cutely laughing, the sound never failing in making me feel butterflies in my stomach. Her sarcastic remarks and the way she raises her eyebrow. The way she smiles so innocently before grinning slyly. The way she suddenly acts cute without any warning. The fact that she is beautiful without even trying added to the fact that she is also intelligent.
The way she rarely ever takes things seriously as she lives as a five year old child inside a fifteen year old body and then suddenly becomes wise with her unusual maturity. The way she cries easily and gets affected by other people’s emotions.
She has an undeniable love for the color pink and her simplicity in nature is comforting. She’s different from others because black coffee makes her fall asleep and it is quite endearing. She has an extremely sweet tooth and she eats almost anything except mint—she’s allergic to it. She’s content with just chocolates and stuffed dolls. Instead of scolding or reprimanding me like others do whenever I do something wrong or dangerous, she threatens me in her own adorable way.
She makes me feel at ease. She makes me want to protect her. She is my lifeline, the anchor that keeps my sanity at bay.
She always finds it hard to fall asleep when her curiosity isn’t sated and despite being like an open book, she actually holds so many secrets. Instead of wearing girly dresses or skirts paired with doll shoes or stilettos and light make-up dusting her face, she wears shirts with cartoon characters on them and loose jeans paired with her old pink converse. Instead of putting her hair up in various hairstyles, she puts it up in a simple ponytail. She can’t draw well but she is great with colors. She writes a lot and she pulled me into doing the same.
She has this undeniable charm that just keeps on pulling me in. She leaves me teetering over the edge as I start to lose all sense. Every single detail about her makes my legs lose strength and then I am falling with seemingly no end. Every inch makes my heart beat faster and faster, making me fear the possibility of it bursting out of my chest. I try to grasp onto something, anything that could save me from falling but my attempts are all in vain. I don’t even dare to look down because I know, despite my endless denial of the truth, that she isn’t there to catch me and she never will be.
This one-sided love is going to leave me with scars invisible to the naked eye, deeper than the ones I already have. She is my salvation but she is also the death of me.
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A/N: This is my first time posting anything I wrote so please be kind. I always put a little bit of myself in the things that I write and I might make this a chaptered story. I accept constructive criticism :)
