As I lay in the rustling leaves, listening to her breathing, I stared at her, just stared. She was beautiful. She was perfect. Her sweet-smelling hair, her long, lucious eye lashes, her soft, gentle lips. The way she held me when she kissed me, the way her hair fell into draping curtains over her muscular shoulders. I had seen her cave in the chests of grown men, but I had also seen her comfort the kids when they hurt themselves, cuddle Angel when she cried.
I heard her take long, even, relaxed breaths, this was one of the ffew times she was ever truly relaxed.
I loved her. She was perfect, just perfect. The way we could read each other's emotions was just..................incredible. She made my heart beat a thousand times per minute when she looked into my eyes. Her soft brown eyes. Mysterious and secretive in the dark, golden in the sun. That was my favourite time for her eyes, when the sun hit them. They went this amazing golden brown colour, I basked in the reflected glow of they're astonishing golden light.
I don't know what to do. I love her, but it's hard to say that to someone.
Ok, i dind't know how to end this, so I sort off just let it hang. This was just some random Fax oneshot that I wrote when I was bored. Hope you liked it. If I have any spelling or grammatical errors it's not my fault 'cause this laptop doesn't have spellcheck and I can't be bothered proof-reading it.