She came over. She is perfect to me. Sort of a lost soul, but I want to save her. I know I’m not perfect, but I would do anything to be with her. It isn’t the right time, but I’d rather have her now than never. She’s so beautiful. Hair full of black waves and curls. Lips with two mountains and a baby pink sky. Eyes lighten by the moon, dark and mysterious. She’s shy, but I know she will loosen up to me. There’s so much I have to learn from her; about her. I think I love her, but I will never admit it. I want her to say it first. Make me feel so lucky she’s mine. She is heaven, no doubt. A beauty like no other. Her name means “beautiful woman”. She is just that.

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