when i went to camp, there was a girl my age. she had dark hair that fell to her waist in tight curls. her eyes were such a dark shade of brown that they looked black, but they had specks of blue in them like i've never seen before. she never wore makeup, but her skin couldn't have been any clearer.
there was something in the way she moved that took your breath. it made time slow down and the world spin faster. i kissed her once and it felt the same way. she had a golden heart and a kind soul. on the inside and out, this girl was beautiful.