Her red curly hair blew in the wind like calm waves in a storm
Her freckles reminded me of the countless nights we spent staring at constellations among the sky
Her icy blue eyes were the winter among the spring atmosphere
Her curved lips were candy apples at a fair.

She stared back at me with a slight smirk on her face, the same smirk she always carried on her face when she’d dance around in the rain or when she’d fall asleep on my chest when we were young.
Everything about her, just her.