A boy to remember

He walked into my class one fine morning.  Chocolate skin glowing. You would not believe how precious he was. He made heads turn by his sheer presence. Teachers and students alike saw something special in him. He was one of a kind. His smile could light up any room, and make everyone cheer up. He would smile at me, and look at me as if I was the only girl in the room. He would just stare at me with puppy-dog eyes and I would melt, every time. It was surreal, the way we looked at each other. It was straight out of a movie or fairy-tale. We would look at each other as if half of our soul was missing and only the other one could complete us. He made me open my tender little heart and fall in love. He was amazing! One look, and all my worries would sweep away.

He was classically handsome, but no-one would guess it by his lowkey vibe and muted intelligence. In fact, he would make teachers sit up and take notice of his skills, especially in Maths and Science. He was really sweet and a sweetheart to all. He would always listen to others, with this fierce look of intense concentration. He cared about people. One could see that. He was beautiful inside and out.

He was terribly real in a terribly fake world. His smile. His eyes. He could warm his way to anyone’s heart with his sweet smile and the way his eyes smiled when the corners of his mouth lifted. He was a good boy. A perfect boy, if anything.

Often, when I would be sitting with my friends, he would look at me with his eyes wide open and pupils dilating. I could see he was enjoying me, in these instances. His looks would be amazing, full of depth, like his beautiful eyes.

His cuteness was personified in the way he spoke, the way he acted.

He went to a movie and shyly held the hand of the first girl he was dating. He would just sit there and I was like, does that girl even know how lucky she is?

We grew up, parted ways. No-one knows how much I cried that day. I missed him more than words can say. He was one-in-amillion. I knew I could never replace him, even if I tried. He was like a beautiful dream which one has and one wakes to a nigtmare that is life. He left prints on my heart and footprints on my soul. Like a beloved dog or pet, only the owner knows how much they love him.

She is beautiful. But, in a manner that is so uncommon.

She finds beauty in places where people often do not.

She loves the dry leaves of Autumn, so lifeless yet so beautiful. That reminds her of how death can be beautiful too, about how the most lively things do get old and die when the season comes.

She finds beauty in the rain which people often get irritated with. It's so peaceful for her to just watch the rain while the earthy smell makes her nostalgic about home.

She loves the scent of books and the dry old flowers that she keeps in between the pages. It makes her feel at home, as if all the books she owns have a part of her in them.

She loves the wild more than the hustle of the citylights. The quiet sounds of insects inside the forest sound better to her than any of the songs ever will.

She could keep hearing the old medleys on and on and never care about being tagged as uncool by the ones who love the modern songs.

While people can't wait to go out, she can't wait to return home to her own self and do nothing. She would spend days locked inside her room, watch movies that are older than her and crying with each emotional scene.

She loved the sunset more than the sunrise and loved the night more than the day. She looked for fairylights and little things that seemed magical to her. She believed in fiction and trusted the fairy tales more than reality. She could be talking to you and still drift away in her own land of imagination. While people just listen to things and often forget, she imagines things in her head and remembers each word you ever told her. Brittle she is, but weak she isn't.

There's a kind of child in her which has nothing to do with her maturity. She may be mature beyond her age and still have the softest of heart and the warmth of a child.

I tell you what, she will give you the feeling of a warm winter afternoon and yet her smile held the aura of a sunny spring morning. She was beautiful. Indeed she was, unlike any of you. ❤️

She was his love.