I Fell in Love with Her.

I fell in love with her slowly, the way a marigold blooms– I am not sure exactly how long it took, but it was like this: the flower started as a mere bud then overnight, the petals slowly opened up into a bloom, until, by dawn break the whole bud blossomed into a flower.

Slowly, I fell in love with her. Not in a romantic way. Not in a sexual way. I am a woman who likes men. The love I have for her is more of like a love you feel for someone that you would like to know.  I would like to meet her, and talk to her, and laugh with her, and share with her my secrets and dreams and I would like to hug her and let her know that she is beloved, although I am certain that she already knows that but I just want to give her reassurance. Everyone needs that. I want to tell her all of my secrets because she looks like an angel who I can trust. I fell in love with her slowly, the way a marigold blooms– I am not sure exactly how long it took, but it was like this: the flower started as a mere bud then overnight, the petals slowly opened up into a bloom, until, by dawn break, the whole bud blossomed into a flower. What I really mean to say is this: I don’t know how it happened, how I fell in love with her, it happened slowly, went on like that, unnoticed, then suddenly there it was summoning me to come near and take a look. She is the epitome of perfection. I have an idea of what she looks like. Long, dark hair.. Her eyes are not small yet they are of the shape of pretty almond– if there is such a thing. She doesn’t wear make-up, not that she needs them.. The shape of her face is that of an egg. Her skin is alabaster-smooth– endless alabaster, flawless, smooth, no nicks at all.. Jet-black hair, long and straight.. Her lips are soft pink and I imagine her perfectly straight and pearly, white teeth. I think her brows are thick, maybe as thick as Cara Delevingne’s. Her legs are, I believe, not what you would describe as leggy, but they are long enough, and just right for her body. And her smile.. Oh, her smile! She has a child’s smile– innocent, chaste, pure. It is a kind kind-of smile. And her eyes when she smiles– not a trace of mischief.. And the way the corners of her eyes crinkle, she makes me want to forget about everything for a moment.  She is an innocent– chaste, pure, and and I can tell that she has a kind soul, a calm one. I am sure that she has a big heart, and I am certain she has an even bigger brain to boot. And that is what I love most about her. She knows what she is good at and she continues to hone it and, shy as she may look like, she has this desire to share what knowledge she has to everyone who are willing to learn. She wants to make a difference and she wants to change the world and she wants to know the earth, and understand how it works. Her physical attributes? Those are mere guesswork. I do not really know what she looks like because I have never even met her in person but I am certain that she is a real person because I bumped into her in my dreams. I have always believed that dreams are for the living and the people that you meet in your dreams are from the living. And she is a dream. My dream. One of those dreams that I would like to become.

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