I am looking at her from afar. I can still remember the girl who beats my heart. I was 6 years old that time and she was 5 years old when we met. I can't forget that memory of ours because, it is one of the best. She was standing in front of the roller coaster like looking at it with envy to the people riding at it. As I am looking at her, I was like looking an angel-alive angel. That God sent from above. She has a perfect shape of face, her eyes are sparkling, her pointed nose, her wavy hair, her rosy cheeks and her dimples She's not that pale but she's not that distinct. I held my heart because it was beating fast like there's a marathon. She looked around and her eyes found mine, looking at her... and she smiled.
