She

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Inspired by the song 'She' from the album 'Fine Line'

Harry's Journal, June 21st, 2018

She is the sweetest creature, it's like she's been carved by the hand of God Himself. No matter how hard I try, I can't stop thinking about her.

I first saw her a few months ago. She walked into the office, her hair in a messy knot at the back of her head, and she smiled when she saw everyone. Smiled, like she actually wanted to be there. We got to talking one day at lunch and her optimism almost frightened me.

She has this perfect idea of how everything should be. She is convinced that this world is irrevocably wonderful. And it is, surprisingly. She has helped me notice small things. Good things.

The smell of fresh coffee on an early morning. The way the light refracts off of mirrors to create little rainbows on the ceiling. The warmth of paper on your hands when it's fresh out of the printer. The way the succulents on my windowsill seem to reach for the sun.

She smells like lemongrass and lavender, and she has eyes of deepest brown. Staring into them is like drowning in pools of honey, or molten gold. Wherever she goes, light seems to follow. I'm not the only one addicted to her, the sunlight is too. The darkness is afraid to touch her.

She lives in daydreams with me. Ever present. Always hovering. When the clock strikes twelve, signalling the beginning of lunch, she always leaves. Coming back at exactly twelve thirty-three with a handful of daisies that she must pluck from the sidewalk, and a ham and cheese sandwich.

I often wonder if she's even real. If this beautiful woman with the prettiest mind even exists. It seems impossible. How can one person be so lovely? How?

All I know is that she feels like the first rays of sunshine through the clouds, like snowflakes on your eyelashes, like heaven.

She is so, so lovely.

And she has no idea.

I told her once, on our fifth date. She smiled so wide that I couldn't help but smile too. We were taking our sweet time getting to know one another, but I loved hearing her tell stories. She has this way with words and it's impossible not to just sit and listen.

She's so beautiful.

I think I'm falling in love with her.

- H

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Authors Note

Okay, so this is like one of my favourite chapters ever!? I hope you guys like it as much as I do. I'm just chilling in my room, patiently waiting for the Watermelon Sugar music video to drop. I hope y'all are doing well.

Treat people with kindness.

xoxo,

Butterfly :)

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