By Dillon Fortin
I met her eyes. Such beautiful green eyes. Her hair was a soft brown and fell an inch past her shoulders. Straight, gleaming hair fallen a little forward to cover the right corner of her face. She wore a dress. Black engulfing the white center with red bows tied down the center from chest to waist. Spider nets on her sleeves with a scrunch at the ends of the dress.
She saw me from across the room and her soft face gazed at mine she smiled. Lips red and full. The sight took my breath away and I began to smile back, lost in her beautiful gaze. Our gaze stood for what seemed like hours. She pushed her hair back, turned, and walked out the door. I never saw her again.
But we were in love, if only for a moment.