Prompt: Write about the first time you saw her.
First time I saw her, I thought no differently about her than any other girl.
She was pretty, but not in the stand-out-from-the-crowd kind of way.
But then she laughed.
And it was like the sky right after the sun has burst across the horizon.
And I couldn’t look away.
Because her eyes danced in a way that whispered of a million secrets
And dozens of delights only she knew about.
And it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.