SAVED

I couldn't stop looking at her from afar. I couldn't stop looking at every feature of her face. Her eyes, so blue, so beautiful, so mesmerizing, so enchanting. Her face, the curve of her lips were so attractive. Her hair looks so soft, so velvety, the perfect color of brown, shining as the sun castes its rays on her through the windows of the cafeteria. I was drawn towards her like a moth to a fire. Her beauty has no comparison. Her beauty couldn't be described in words then why does she think otherwise.

"Will she be able to forgive me if she gets to know the truth?" a question that I ask myself every day as the first ray of the brightening sun hits my face waking me up from a dream so beautiful, so magical, a dream about her, where she is happy and I am the cause of it.