Her
I remember the day I first saw her.
Large, innocent, doe eyes, the perfect shade of chocolate brown.
Long, black lashes that fluttered like a butterfly every time she blinked.
Straight, mahogany hair that reached the small of her back, except when whenever it was wet then it would become wavy and unruly almost wild and untamed, with red or dark brown streaks depending on the weather.
Pale skin that had never been adorned with any trace of makeup; allowing her natural rosy tint to colour her cheeks when she blushed; which was often.
She smelt of the strawberry shampoo she favoured and a sweet undertone that was her natural scent.
Her smile which reached her eyes, making them shine like they had stars twinkling in them, making her whole face light up and which pulled her dusky pink lips across her white teeth into a bow shape and showed a little of her top gum.
Her tiny hands delicately tucked a loose braid of hair behind her ear, and her fingers ghosted along her jawline and curled into themselves and rested under her chin. How I wished to be her fingers to feel how soft her skin was.
Her voice was like heaven to my ears when she finally spoke, looking up at the waitress from under her lashes, and shaking her head as a 'no thank you' slipped from her pillowy lips, as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth shyly, and her hair fell back over her face creating a curtain.
But it was her giggle that made me come undone, and fall head over heels in love with her even before I even saw her face properly.
She was curled up in one of the old comfy chairs in the book café, reading a book, intermittently chewing on her lip, giggling out loud and sipping on her hot chocolate. Coffee was too bitter and tea too watery. She had a sweet tooth that only hot chocolate and a dusting of sprinkled chocolate could satisfy.
That was the day my life changed.
The day I found my true purpose; my true love. The woman I would marry or die trying.
I remember that day like it was… today. I saw her and I knew I had to have her. Make her mine.
She was smiling, her real smile, that was my smile. I knew one day she would smile like that at me, because of me, and then that smile of hers, would be mine.