I never knew she could be so perfect.
She had many flaws of course, but in my angle, she was perfect.
The way she looked with her wide brown eyes with surprise everytime I said something, the way she smiled at the smallest joke, the way she talked slowly and carefully yet solemnely, the way she handled herself.
I look at her, and I couldn't help but think one thing. I love her.
My mind struggled hard when I was with her for my heart not to say those words out loud.
Mind vs heart going on, the only thing I satisfied myself with was the touch of her skin, the nudges she gave me at my teasings.
I still remember the way she looked at me when I showed up.
Smiling back at her, I knew I couldn't have what I was looking at.
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