her stormy gray eyes were always racing a mile a minute, always absorbing any type of knowledge.
her blond hair flowed like a wave of blond and it was so soft, so silky.
her petite hands holding a gleaming bronze knife and striking the swiftest moves.
her athletic legs running as fast as possible, like a blur.
She runs towards me, looking so angry yet passionate.
after 8 months, a lifetime would not be enough.
I love you my Wise girl. Forever and always, your Seaweed brain.