Saturday, February 9, 2019
My love :: essays research papers
She sat across from me in Algebra class. In terms of appearance, I always compared the two of us as complete opposites. There I sat a dark- haired, tan-skinned, green-eyed, arm-scarred, large, short-haired, tall, rather inflame and attentive child whose only noticeable feature was his strong chin. I didnt even mention the bags under my eye so bad, it looked as if they were packed and ready for vacation.She had a light complexion with freckles just above the nosepiece of her nose and below her eyes. Her eyes were robins egg blue and her lips were a splendid dark crimson red that stood out, but didnt scream for attention. Her lips were thin, like her. The hair that she had was red with dark blond streaks. She didnt have a scar on her. The bags under her eyes were non-existent. How eer, she liked to sleep in class. This made the knockout of her face covered by her long hair and the wonder that were her eyes covered by her eyelids.I would always look at her eyes. I peered in the ho pes that she wouldnt have me each time I looked. Maybe I wanted her to see me. Catch me lost and swimming in her eyes. Although, no matter how much I looked at them, all I ever got back in return was my reflection. Her windows were like those of a limo - she could see out but you could not see in. This taught me the lesson that here eyes were purely aesthetic. It was too bad that she liked to sleep. It never gave me much time to contemplate at her eyes.Of course I saw her in other classes passim the day, but I never got a view like the oneness in Algebra 3-4. In fact, Algebra 3-4 became the highlight of the day. There would be so numerous schooldays where the only thing, the only hope, getting me through the day was the fortune to just look upon her face. It got me through almost anything at times.I wasnt obsessive, nor in a mentally grotesque state at that time. I knew my love for her was high, but it was pure. My thought of this was validated by how I knew what kind of a p erson she was on the inside.The leaves fell off the trees and turned brown, signaling the comer of autumn.
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