I could stare at her all day. The way her perfectly defined chocolate brown curls bounced when she walked by. As she sat in the seat next to the window, the sun reflected off of her porcelain skin. You could tell she had makeup on, by the way her mascara smudged just a tad, but it was perfect.

Her soft, milky eyes looked beautiful in the lighting, and her lips were a glossy light pink. The tip of her nose was slim and had a slight glisten to it. When she smiled, her cheeks got a rose tint to them, and her dimples suddenly appeared.

When she laughed, you could see her perfect teeth and hear the joy in her voice. I wanted to die inside when she laughed, the sight was too beautiful.

I love you, Claire.