She’s beauty itself, walking with a natural grace I could never quite manage. Her eyes sparkle, and her face comes alive as she smiles, laughing at life itself. With a careless flick of those dark curls, she bats her eyelids at passers by who stop to stare at this goddess is human form.
With legs so long it’s almost ridiculous she towers over me, leaving me to stand in constant shadow, smiling weakly up at her when she winks in my direction.
Yet there’s something dead inside her, as she declares loudly that she’s never been in love. At night she lies awake and dreams up her Prince Charming, but love is a tiresome game and it’s easy for her to stop believing.