Her eyes were blue, but they shifted to green when fall arrived. As the leaves slowly begun to fade from their pale summer green into the warm, burning colors of autumn they would sparkle with a lash of emerald green slowly growing into her ocean deep orbs and I would count the new colors every time I held her in my arms. Those eyes were always smiling. Perhaps I was just a poor fool who hoped that just maybe I was the reason for that smile, but I fell even deeper in love with her for every time I met them.
And her lips…Imagine the reddest lips of the fairest fairytale princess, so soft and delicate when they touch yours with the shape of a smile lightly pressed against your skin. Imagine a kiss that leaves you breathless, desperate, yearning, completely and hopelessly drunk of the thought of maybe just even being able to dream about a kiss like that again. Imagine that, and you wouldn’t even be close to her lips.
It was everything and nothing that made me love her so. Just the way she would embrace me whenever she felt cold, or the way her laughter sounded to me when her lips were pressed against my cheek and her breath tickled my neck. Her small hands wrapped around my own, her voice in the morning, her way of nuzzling her head against my chest, her hair falling around her angelic face. She would make me coffee in the morning, since she knew I loved it. She would snuggle up her feet under the blanket we so often shared while sitting on the couch so that they would warm themselves against my thighs.
And the things I would do for her…every time I woke with the covers on my side of the bed I would carefully place them over her and pull her close to me, so gently, so softly, not to wake her up. I would kiss her lips a thousand times over and whisper to her how beautiful she was, trying desperately to show her how much I cherished even the tiniest moment with her. My eyes would follow her with such admiration. They would follow the lines of her face, the way her smile would reveal the dimples in her cheek and the most stunning crinkles by the sides of her eyes, the way the sun seemed to paint her hair in a glistening shade of chestnut with streaks of warm coffee, the way those small, pale fingers would dance over the canvas with the brush painting colors and shapes I never even knew was possible.
She was so good at painting you know. Her work was unique explosions of all the emotions that laid there just below the surface of her amazing mind. They could show a sadness that would fill you to the brim of crying, an anger that made you want to tear your clothes and skin apart until there were nothing left but a silent scream that conquered the world, but always, always they would show such beauty that you were left breathless just by looking at them.
She taught me how to dance. A warm summer evening when the sun was setting and just reached over the top of the trees, filling the world with its comforting and beautiful light, she took my hand and smiled. Then we danced until the moon rose and cast its beams over us. We spun, laughed, kissed, tripped and made our own beautiful world out of the way our feet moved clumsily over the grass, the way her hair seemed to tangle around her shoulders and the way her happy smile sent me into pure bliss just by being there, seeing her as she was when she was most perfect.
She was also the one who taught me what real love is. I never understood the word until she entered my life with an explosion so loud it’s still ringing in my ears. Because you know, how do you really understand how it is to have someone close until a person opens their heart to you, exposing it so unafraid and trusting, and place it in your hands? Until you wake with your arms wrapped softly around the most beautiful creature God made and feel her breath on your skin which without effort makes your heart shatter and explode in the most unexpected and arousing feeling you’ve ever felt? You can’t understand. Until you meet that person, you can never understand.
