She's not like the others.
That I came to know when I first gazed into her eyes, those eyes sparkling with the joy of life, those eyes full of love to be given. Those eyes, they mezmerized me immediatly, making me hungry for more of those beautiful sparkling diamonds everytime she looks away or is out of my vision.
She's not like the others.
And not only her eyes have me mezmerized. Her perfectly shaped face, her cute little smile, which seems to be plastered on her face the whole time. That face, wrapped into a thin layer of what seems like porcelain; her pale skin, which turns into a more red one most of the times. The way she looks at me, smiles at me.
Her hair, shining whenever the sunlight softly deployes it's rays on it, bound together into a cute ponytail, held together with one single clip.
She's not like the others.
But it's not only her appearance which has me in her grip, it's her kind and caring person hiding underneath. The way she handles things, copes with it, she does it with the utmost manner of care. She does everything so directly, unlike all the other people out there. She's such a caring person, but in return, she needs caring too. When she is sad, down or hurt, she needs comfort, but she not just needs it, she searches for it. She's so unlike other girls I've met.
She's not like the others.
Although I know those are not the only things for making me fall madly in love with her, there are thousands of reasons to come up with to be in love with this girl. But, it's not her eyes, her hair, her face, her smile, her body, nor her intelligence, nor her stubbornness or her caring personality.
It's the difference.