5I could never forget her stretchingly long hair, either. Another characteristic that was just so stunning about her. Just like her eyes, the color of her hair was chocolate-brown, too. I could only wish to run my fingertips through it slowly and trace the roots in her scalp delicately someday.
Yeah, that'd be something, wouldn't it?
Why did she have to be so angelic? Her skin seemed to be painted delightfully tan for a reason that only drew me closer to her in my sleep...in the deepest dreams of the night. Her tall figure only made me see how much more stunning she was. But truly, it was her personality, wit, and wonderful humor that really pulled me closer to her. What really made me fall deeply in love on that December evening...
Slouching in my seat with my hand over my brooding eyes in exhaustion, I couldn't stop gazing out at the window. Later I'd be staring down at my hands. Would I ever cross my fingertips over her cheeks? I could only sigh in desperation. It seemed years, in fact, when really it was never. I knew once upon a time ago we crossed paths. It sure as hell doesn't make sense to most, but I knew in my heart we've seen each other before. She was no stranger in my dreams or in my head but only a friend, or even much more in that life of ours long ago.
I knew there was no choice but to wait. Each memorizing thought of this young woman only seemed to tease me. Maybe even frustrate me in my deepest thoughts, but it also made me believe. Perhaps even love. Even if I must perish forever waiting, I would die old and be lost in love than to close the door and not continue my search without a touch to call my own.
Someday she'll see me waiting in the rain just for her. She'll see that figure slouching with hands in the pockets of a jacket, and a mess of wet hair splattered and flat with jeans soaking wet with water. But she'll see that character and know who it is...
I just wouldn't have it any other way.