Author's note: So in my creative writing class, our first assignment of the semester was character descriptions. This is basically just me practicing a little bit and tuning up my skills as a writer.
She reminded him of a storm. Fierce, determined and strong. A beautiful summer shower at times and thunderstorm in the tropics at others. She could be gentle like a warm spring breeze and she could be fearsome as a raging fire. She was brutal and stubborn and proud and she was smart and soft and beautiful. And she was his. She had hair that reminded him of a dark beach on a windy coastline and eyes the color of roasted chestnuts and deep as oceans. Her smile softened him like melted butter and her frown gave him goosebumps. She was not a petite girl, rather a slender fighter that stood a head shorter than himself. She never did anything half way. Her love was pure and lasting and her hatred was distinct and vengeful, although he found that she loved more often than not. She was a dreadful singer but her laugh made up for that ten fold. Her voice was an amazing thing; the tinkling of bells when she was amused and the shrill ring of the morning's alarm when she was aggravated. She was far from perfect. As was he. The two of them were so far from perfect, they were running parallel to it. But they were running together, perfect for one another.