Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

Watching her was an addiction for me. She span around the dance floor, carefree and charismatic.  

Her blond waves, dancing on their own to their own song, creating a vision of dancing hair that framed her beautiful, blue eyes. 

Her black dress following her body's lead, shimmering to her own beat. She was singing along to the song, loud and proud of being out tune. 

Her differences made other people dislike her but they made me blush when she spoke, they made me melt into her words and appreciate her unique view on the world. 

She still smiled. Twirling around and around, looking amazing at every new glitter of light that she spotted. 

She spotted me and I smiled, waved and then looked away because I didn't want her to see me melt. Not that she would notice. Her mind didn't allow her to see the emotions I felt but it allowed her to do all the things that made her beautiful to me.