Miss. Perfect

I Saw Her

I haven't known her for very long. Maybe almost a year and a half years now. I can tell you though, I remember the first time I saw her. We were in the same french class, first day of school and you can tell everyone else tried so hard to look their best. But not her. No, Miss Perfect showed up in ratted converse jeans and a t-shirt. She's definitely not a lipstick lesbian. But she's not missing out on any sort of beauty, she has it all. I have never seen brown eyes so beautiful before I met her gaze, the only make up I could tell she was wearing was mascara, and she really didn't even need that. She has a full frame but is far from being heavy. She had short hair swept to the left side her hair use to be a reddish brown but now she has it dyed bleach blonde, which looks good on her. It complimented her well. She always wears the same pair of black cylinder gauges, mind you they are quite small (size 10 to be exact). She was beautiful. I'm pretty sure she thought I was a creep staring at her every now and then. The only thing running through my mind was, "Oh dear god, let this one be gay."

I went through an entire year not speaking to her once, besides when I was forced to not avoid her in class. I thought it was better that way, I had heard a rumor she didn't like me very much so I stayed away. But now I regret not talking to her sooner. Or maybe I regret talking to her at all. Still thinking about that one.

But this brings me up to when we really started to become "friends".