she is so pretty. so so pretty.
AND she smells good. like stargazing and floral printed button downs.
and her hair, it’s curly and bangs frame her face.
she wears glasses and all of her features sing to each other.
she is so real and when she talks you can hear her intellect and the thoughts in her brain, like confessions to the moon.
her laugh is like endless letters in cursive writing, and the sound of her speaking voice is like a late night train ride.
she learns things for herself and no one else and takes the time to learn about who she is.
she is unapologetically herself and it’s beautiful and refreshing because you never see anyone quite so satisfied in what they’re doing for themselves.
she’s shy and anxious, but you couldn’t ever tell because she glows.
and my, how i wish she could see it because there’s so little that’s more wonderful than acknowledging unspoken beauty, the kind that’s deep and true and real.
please-