Her eyes were never as shallow as she had always made them out to be. I saw in them a depth that flowed beyond simple physicality and into a suspended dimension where everything ran together and time stood still. A dimension where everything was falling down around her, but she was always her own safe haven. In this dimension, everything was alright, even when it was shattered into a million pieces. Her life was fragmented and terrorized, but she was always there, always aware of her abilities and her necessities. Even when she thought she did, she never gave up hope.
Her eyes were always my favorite part about her. Her lips were second. I don’t know if she ever knew, or if I had ever told her, but I fell in love with her because of her eyes.
Beauty was always an intrinsic quality for her. I never questioned it, even for an instant, even when she told me the ugly stories of her past, and even when she went through her hardest times. Actually, I think that made her even more beautiful to me. She was always so strong, even when she and the rest of the world thought she was weak. She was never really weak, no matter how broken she was. That was what made her so beautiful.
The first day was incredible. Actually, it was incredible even before the first day. She stole my heart in an instant. I still don’t know if she knows it, or if I ever told her, but she was my love long before those three words were ever spoken.
Maybe it was the fact that she was so open to me from the beginning, or maybe it was just that she possessed every quality that I knew I would love to love, but it all just came so easily. I think that was the reason it was so scary, too. She took my hand and showed me the world through her eyes. Her eyes were always so beautiful, even when she was lost.
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