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The Perfect Face

I was walking down the hallway to my 2nd period class.
I looked up to the clock, then at the line of passing people to the left of the hallway. I looked at all their faces. Some happy, some sad, some unreadable.
Then, i saw her face…
God… It was so perfect… i could’ve painted a mona lisa in that moment that seemed to last forever…
I catch her eyes, God… those two beautiful pools of sky blue… she smiles softly at me, and I feel warmth rush through my body… her brownish blonde angel hair hanging in curls to her shoulders… her lips… completely flawless… no cracks or blemishes… her skin unscathed like a baby’s… her face seemed to shine above all others… the beauty I long to call mine… the hair i long to run my fingers through… the lips I long to kiss… her heart who’s I desire above anyone else’s… Is it for me…? I sit here, and it all seemed so long ago…
I smile… “Yes it is.” I say to myself, and i couldn’t be happier…

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