Meeting Her
The day I met her for the first time.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...