Her soul is color of sunflowers dipped in cream. A hazy yellow that I wish my soul could match.  Her eyes are stars and her smile shines like the sunlight, slipping through branches into soft segments of glowing light. It is more lovely than anything I've ever seen in my short life. I doubt I'll see anything like it as long as I live. I know, in the back of my mind there is no way we could work. There is no way she loves me the way I love her. I know she did once. If only I had known, I could have told her I felt the same and I wouldn't be writing this, love sick and alone a year later. It would have been better if she never told me I think. Then I wouldn't have had this small bit of hope I carry around where my heart should be. I tried to love other people but none of them could compare to her. Not one person I've met could make me feel quite the same way. Some were so close but then I would see that **** smile and she would wash out everything with her light. To me she is a hurricane that storms through my mind in the early morning when I should be asleep, then when I lie about why I'm tired her voice soothes me to sleep in the afternoon. She is both the best and worst thing to ever happen to me, but I'm ok with that. She is worth every second.