It was a cool winter night when I first saw her. A thin layer of slushy, melting snow covered the ground. Her auburn hair cascaded down her neck and over her shoulders. Her brown eyes outshone the stars that surrounded. Under her small nose sat light pink lips, which I had an overwhelming desire to caress. Her pale, but elegant skin made her look more beautiful than anyone I’d ever seen.
Even before the first words left her lips I knew I wanted to be with her forever. My heart had officially fallen, fallen for a girl who I had no chance to be with, a girl who would never even know me.
It was the night I passed a girl in the park.