It's eleven pm and I have been laying on my bed thinking about your hazel colored eyes with tints of green since I got home.
Your lips were a light shade of aurora pink. Your skin was slightly tanned. It looked smooth and perfect like in those high school movies, but I only made eye contact with you for a second so I'm not sure.
Your dirty blonde hair was inbetween wavy and curly, it didn't have full curls.
I wish I could just tell you already how beautiful you are, because how could I remember so many details already?
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conversations; a.i.
FanfictionIn which a girl in unable to speak and a boy tries to help her. warning: this story can oscend your depressing thoughts.
