Meeting Her
Her hair looked like spun gold, and her eyes were filled with pain and joy. When she smiled at you, it was like the two of you shared a secret. Every movement she made was elegant and deliberate; even the way her wrist arched as she took up a pen was beautiful. I couldn’t help but watch her. She was like a beautiful, vivid rainbow that I couldn’t take my eyes away from. I knew I shouldn’t. I knew it wasn’t right of me to feel that way about her, but I’d never felt that way about anyone else. She noticed me a few times and smiled demurely, as if she knew I was thinking about kissing the lovely pale skin beneath her earlobe. She even blushed once. I spent the following week visualizing the …