I looked at her long, blonde hair that was flowing and whipping everywhere as she put it back into a ponytail. Her hair was like the sun. A beautiful honey blonde that I think could have come up with its own name, a new color. Her eyes were so green, like a forest. So many different shades of green, teal, and blue. I felt disdain for myself as I gazed upon her beauty. She had to know her own beauty. I know she does. The way she looks at someone…just the way she looks at you. Her skin glowed upon the sun shining through the window. Her eyes twinkled when she scrunched up her nose. She must know her own beauty. I was unworthy but I was also as green as her eyes with envy for her. I wanted to be her. I wanted all her features, I wanted her. But she didn’t even know me or of my existence. I had to get close to her, as close as I could be. I yearned and hated her whole being. I wasn’t sure how to handle a feeling such as that. Love and hate so strong for a person.