She was beautiful. The wind blew her hair in front of her eyes, she pushed her short hair back behind her ears, smiling shyly over at me.
She was beautiful, her eyes where a blue-green, though most people may have not noticed the green in her eyes at first.
She held out her hand to me, and I took it, our fingers interlacing. We bumped into each other, and she giggled.
She was beautiful, I didn't deserve her. I was so terrified, so terrified of messing up, terrified of losing her. But couldn't think of that now, no all I could focus on was her and this moment.
