He watched her dance in the autumn sunlight, the yellow sunbeams and orange falling leaves no match for her golden threads of hair. Two long ponytails flew freely around her face as she twirled, held securely in place however by two buns on either side of her head. Her skirt swirled around her legs, and as she lifted her arms to spin he caught a sight of her midriff, feeling his stomach drop to what felt like the floor. She laughed in delight as she spun with the leaves, her laugh like music to his ears. She closed her eyes and let herself go with the wind, enjoying it caress her face. She came to a stop and opened her deep blue eyes, staring straight into the sky, her hair flying in tendrils next to her face, caught in the early evening breeze. And then, during what felt like an eternity to him, but a second to her, she turned her face to his, aquamarine meeting midnight blue. He could not smile back, he could not do anything. It pained him, especially when all he wanted to do was scoop up that graceful angel in front of him into his arms and never let her go. She was the image of a saint, with her hands gently clasped and her silhouette basked in evening sunlight. He looked away and clenched his fists in his lap.
It was easy to love from a distance.
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She danced in the late afternoon light, feeling as free as the birds in the sky, laughing along with her nearby friends who watched her by the pond. And feeling her heart soar along with the nearby man who watched her. She could feel his deep serious eyes burning into her as she spun round and round, but she did not look at him, for fear of suddenly running to his arms in a burning passion and staying in his strong arms forever; an action that would be done without thought. She closed her eyes and sighed, raising her arms around her head to help her spin faster. After a minute of two she began to slow down and as she came to a stop she opened her eyes and looked to the skies, wanting, needing to let him know of her feelings, still feeling his eyes on her. She eventually turned, unable to stand it any longer and during what felt like an eternity to her, but a second to him; she turned her face and met his glance. She inwardly screamed her love for him, but could not imagine ever really telling him her true feelings. She clasped her hands together in a sign of prayer and looked away.
It was easy to love from a distance.