As he strolled through the open doorway, the first thing I
noticed were his curls. Dark and a chocolate brown, I was impressed by their
buoyancy. His tall, lanky frame fit them well and one could tell that his body
was something he was comfortable with. He wore dark pants with holes at the
knees and a t-shirt that was a crisp white. It was funny really, how when he
opened his mouth to speak, all I saw was his jaw bones and full lips moving,
never even noticing that the voice that emerged was even more beautiful than
the rest of him.
But then, my eyes wandered up to his.
A shocking emerald green hid behind his long dark lashes,
making them a different shade every time he blinked. If eyes truly were the
window to the soul, I knew right then that I could look into his for the rest
of forever and still never know him fully.
That’s when I noticed I wasn't breathing.
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