She was beautiful, with a beauty so severe and so solitary that at first it was startling. She wasn't like those girls in the magazines, her beauty was the kind to make you stop dead in your tracks.
She wasn't the kind of girl you see, and give your phone number to, hoping she'll call you. She was the kind of girl you walk up to, and pray that you're worth even a glance, a beauty so intense it hurts. You could see it in her eyes, that sparkle of humor that's manifested in every glance, the severe bravery she holds in every thick lashed blink.
I remember what I had said earlier, I had told her I cared about her, more than she'd ever know; and it was the truth.
She burned down the walls I had around me, demolished them, leveled my walls until almost nothing remained. She was dangerous.
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