Well, hello...

When you fell from the sky

It all started when you fell out of the sky.

You could've been anyone, but you were the short, pale girl with long dark brown hair and green eyes.
Probably.
Okay, that was you.
When I first saw you, I wasn't quite sure.

I asked you how you did that. You said you started reading and then you were here. You were my first reader. Did I every tell you that? Tell me your story you said, so I did. But I didn't just tell, I dragged you with me into a world familiar to me, but apparently new and uncharted for you.
I started to tell you my story, "Well I was born at st. Charles hospital on-" you interrupted me. "I don't want to know that. I want to know about love interests, adventures, you know, fun and riveting things." I told you that you sounded like a reporter and I was a new pop star. You laughed, it wasn't a dainty laugh, it was actually a little snorty, but I thought it was cute. You talked for a while pushing for details on my non-existent love life and everything that could be remotely interesting.
You were getting a little annoying, I was starting to regret being published. While you rambled and ranted, I looked closer at you, you were actually quite stunning, no matter what you thought.
You had long brown hair, like I already said. It was a dark brown and it glistened in the light. It hung loosely down by her hips and seemed smooth and knot-free.
You were a good deal shorter than me. Probably like 6 inches. But I didn't really mind, I thought you were better short.
Your skin was pale, but fair. It seemed smooth, I wanted to reach out and touch it.
Your pale green eyes matched your pale olive complexion. Your eyes were the kind of green like dew on grass. And it glistened. Looking into your eyes was like looking out into a meadow with fresh dew drops placed there precariously overnight. If I had a little less finesse for words, I might say her eyes sparkled like grass. But anyway...