Perfect
I never knew perfection manifested in a human being. Even I saw my own flaws—I was nothing special to look at, and I tended to scare people away. The latter was a good trait I generally liked, except when it happened to someone I didn't want to scare away.
But I saw perfection in my friend Ty Lee, and was ashamed of it because I was so attracted to perfection. Especially her perfection. She was my total opposite, both in personality and appearance. She was too beautiful to look at, and too graceful to be a human.
Most people saw in her eyes an emptiness that reflected lack of intelligence. Empty eyes with a silly smile. They saw such an outgoing personality in her eyes that they felt comfortable approaching her just for a worthless conversation worth a penny. And I guess maybe this really was in her eyes, but what I saw in her eyes, when she looked at me, was quite different.
And how wonderful it was when she looked at me. It was something I rarely got, but when I did felt its cool breeze on my warm body. It was almost as if she was gracing me just by look at me, and for some reason this excited me in a way nothing else could.
When her eyes fell on mine and locked into a gaze, what others saw melted away. I saw intellect, as if she was thinking about something hard when she gazed at me, mulling it over and over again in her mind. Calculating it. And that bubbly, outgoing personality would disappear too. I saw something more sober and subdued, as if she wasn't quite sure where to go next but was just fine at where she was then. It baffled me, for what I saw in her gaze on me was so different than what I saw when she looked at others. Her gaze tried to reach out of her eyes to me, saying, 'Do you see me? Do you see me watching you?' It was haunting, and made me scared. I was scared of nothing; I was the feared. But that look made me turn away, for I did not know what would happen if I continued to look.
It wasn't just her gaze that attracted me to her; it was everything about her, out and in. She had a perfect everything, and she knew it. That confidence bit me hard and lit me up inside. It was baffling. I was utterly stunned by her. Dazzled. Beside her, I would crumble. I could walk the Earth, and not find anyone like her. This sort of behavior was what I detested. Such girly, happy, giggly things I saw as disgusting. But in Ty Lee they were things I wanted. I wanted her, and much with everything else I had ever wanted, I was going to get it.