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There were freckles splattered around the bridge of her nose.

She was looking straight ahead, admiring the nameless canvas in front of her. Her chest was rising and falling slowly, as if she was in a very relaxed state; admiring the beautiful piece of artwork hung in front of her own eyes.

Her cheeks were a rosy pink.

He knew he had to talk to her. He didn’t know how, but he had to.

Her heart beat was a slow pace, but his was palpitating fast, admiring the girl who was admiring the art.



Image from Healthline (2021)

There was a world of wonder dancing in his eyes; not quite constellations, nor the sky and the sea.

No, there was a truly unique place in them;

a warm, comforting embrace.

There was a world of summer breezes and old instrumental ballads.

My god, did his two honey brown eyes sing out a beautiful melody without the least intent to.

There was a world of wonder flowing in his eyes; not the least bit chaotic or uninviting.

They slowly lulled into a relaxing state when a smile creeped upon his cheeks.

Yes, the honey brown eyed boy showed me the world of wonder in his eyes

and the melody in his laugh,

and even if it was just for a fleeting moment,

I was happy to stay and sway.