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She couldn't be much older than 20. Maybe younger. She wasn't someone who stood out in a crowd. She wasn't tall either.
Average, people of nowadays would say. But my eye was more distinguished than others. I saw pure beauty. Not a tall, skinny girl like you see all over the place.
She wasn't chubby or anything, but she had curves. Great curves. And her hair. I never say curly hair which flowed so beautifully. And golden too. Today she had tied it in a half ponytail, but some strands would keep touching her cheek. How much she tried to keep them in order, they kept wanting to touch that soft, blushed cheek. Just like I did. Damn, how my thoughts wander.
Her eyes. The bluest I had ever seen. Not that "Bluer that the bluest sees or skies" crap. They were a whole different spectrum of blue. Almost glowing. With full black lashes which laid perfectly on her lids.
She had a little scar on her cheek. Small, but noticeable. Perhaps from a fall as a child. Or something. But her looks weren't the thing that drew me to her.
Of course, I was attracted to her. But what really reeled me in, were her antics. While she sat on a bench at the Opera metro station, she moved her hands to the music she had on her headphones. While others would drum their hands on their legs or aggressively move their head forwards and backwards, she seemed to be conducting. A classical piece. Of course, this too wouldn't be out of the ordinary, she could have been a member of the orchestra at the opera.
But what stood out the most, was her face. She didn't seem to care about the people racing across the platform. She showed pure emotion towards the music she was hearing, and her hands never faltered.
This wasn't just a girl who liked classical music. This was a wonderful young woman who adored it. I felt so at peace that day, just watching her.
I almost forgot to keep myself hidden in the shadow. From that day on, I promised my aching heart to get to know her. How impossible it seemed then.