I remember the day I first gazed upon her. She was sitting in the courtyard during my lunch break writing in a small lime green journal. The sun hit those deep brown curly tresses that perched atop her head, that even when looking down, was held high. With eyes that gleamed robin egg blue that were as big as saucers I silently watched as she lifted her words into air. I didn't even know this girl, in fact, I'd never even seen her before. There was something about this girly creature that intrigued me. Maybe it was those beautiful blue eyes, or that pale skin, or the way she looked so open but yet closed off. As I watched her scrawl into her green thought keeper I thought of all the things I could say to start a conversation with her. I could confidently stroll up, complement her on how well dress accentuated the soft paleness of her skin, or ask what she's writing in that thing. She'd look up at me and smile mischievously, because a girl like that always has secrets that seem much grander than normal secrets. We'd share a laugh and she'd tell me her name. I imagine it'd be something like Olivia or Scarlett because those names seemed fitting. But alas right as I mustered the courage, she closed her book, slid it into her purse, stood up, and began her voyage away from the island of me, leaving all the unsaid words floating between us.