The moment I met her, I knew I loved her.  Her hair was long, down past her shoulders.  It was a rich deep brown, black when you just glanced at it.  Her eyes were green, piercing; they looked through you with an unearthly shine.  Her nose, small as it was, was adorable.  There were a few freckles, dark against her lightly tanned skin, but her face was completely clear otherwise.  Her lips, small but lightly puffed; tinted with a pink that can't be achieved with any gloss.  
Her shoulders were broad, but lovely under her tank top.  The top was black, the color that best suit her.  It lay against her chest and stomach naturally, comfortably.  She was wearing skinny jeans, again black.  Her shoes, even, were black.  Her beauty automatically drew me in.
           As I got to know her, and talked to her, I slowly began to notice just how perfect she was.  She loved to read, almost as much as i.  Her favorite book series was about small cats, something you wouldn't guess with just one glance at her.  Watching her read it was an experience in itself.  While reading, her eyes looked far away, as if they are entrapped in the story printed on the pages.  
   She has an air about her that most people would see as a saucy attitude.  She didn't take no for an answer and would not take any back talk from anyone.  She was strong, physically and emotionally.  What she endured was so much to handle, that even I'm surprised she was able to deal with it.  But like everyone else, she would break down.  Her breakdowns were surprising as well; all of the emotion seemed to pour out of her like a drum.  Her eyes, which usually shined with a beautiful luster, would dim, and fill with emotion.
   I can tell you every text message she ever sent me, every conversation we ever had, and every word she said that made me fall for her even deeper.  But I won't, because those things don't describe her.  What truly describes her is pure beauty.  Not innocent, in any way, but beauty.  She is everything I ever wished upon a star for, but even stars fall.  She will never lose the shine she has that makes people fall for her.  That shine will stay with her through the years and will always make her bright.  And I hope that one day, she'll see herself as I see her.  Perfect.