I met her on a sunny day, she was as lovely as
could be. She was quite attractive, but I was
attracted to her looks you see. Then I got to know
her and realized without a doubt, that she was as
attractive on the inside as she was on the out.

Her eyes were an electric blue, deep, mysterious,
and bold. As if they were windows to her soul,
shedding light on a story left untold. Her smile was
truely breathtaking, it could set an unhappy person
free. My heart had almost stopped when she decided
to smile at me.

Her personality was flawless, in every aspect of the
word. Every time she spoke to me, her words were
always heard. Then one day something was wrong,
she wasn't quite herself. It was as if she stored her
happieness away, up high on some long forgotten shelf.

I asked her what was wrong, she simply looked at me
and smiled. Her face then showed a sad expression,
like that of a lonely child. Her misery had shown itself,
it was so clear and plain. I would have rather killed
myself, than see her in further pain.

She was in the hospital the very next afternoon, I made
an appointment to visit her, I told her I'd be there soon.
I waited in her room and never left her side, even hours
after midnight, when silently she died.