And I most definitely didn't like any of it more than I should.
"Do you mean that?" She asked shyly.
"Of course I do," I said as I tucked some strands of her pretty blonde hair behind her ear. She wore it down for once. I love how long and thick it is. Such a pretty, natural color. I couldn't let go of her face either. Even though she'd mostly stopped crying. It was like I didn't want to let go or pull away. "I think everything about you is perfect. Your personality, your heart, your soul, your sparkling eyes... your breathtaking smile..." I trailed off, suddenly getting lost in her jade-green pools.
Wow, she's so fu.cking pretty. Too pretty. Like a toy I'm not allowed to touch. Silky hair that looks too soft. Perfect skin that's impossibly blemish free. Eyes that sparkle like fu.cking
