There Was Something About Her

There was something about her. I could never quite grasp what it was about her that made me choke up when I’d get near her. Maybe it was her beauty. She had a bright, dark red waterfall of hair cascading down her back that made it to her waistline. Red is something I see as sweet and gentle. Maybe that’s why the blood absorbs all of the other colors and reflects it into the eyes of a human. Red is too delicate and nice to be a part of blood. She didn’t know that I thought that when I’d say, “I like your hair.” Her eyes were a cloudy light blue. It was almost as if the sky and the clouds were captured in two balls, and a scientist made them mix into the two little orbs, made them stop fighting for dominance of who’s more important, and somehow she received them. They would always have a twinkle when she’d be going on about something she loved, something that meant the world to her, but she would always apologize after a bit because she thought she was boring, but she never was. She had a divine smile that was rare to see. She would have a few small smiles here and there, but it was exhilarating to see her smile, a real smile. A smile where she was so filled up with happiness that it was pouring out of her ears. She had a smile that was contagious, and when it was legitimate, it was her most prominent and pulchritudinous feature.
There was something about her. Maybe it was the way she would make me forget. She would always grab my attention when she would walk into the room, and she was the only person left in the world. I’d forget everyone existed because no one else in the area seemed to even remain a mere concept. My mind would go blank every time she would appear before my eyes. I’d even forget myself because she was the sun, and I didn’t care if I would go blind if I stared at her. I’d forget how to articulate a single word that existed in the world in any language there was, except for the humiliating talk of Gibberish. I’d forget how to think a thought about any subject, even if what I was thinking about was something that completely infuriated me. She would make me forget about it just by walking in the room. When it had first started happening, I would be like this for several minutes, but my brain eventually adapted and started shocking me back into reality, but it let me have a few seconds because in those few seconds, serotonin wasn’t only released; it would flow through my veins.
There was something about her. Maybe it was the way she walked and carried herself. It was always really light, but it was enough to let you know she was there. Her gait was a confident one which completely contradicted her, but she wasn’t doing it to seem like she loved herself more as it was to let you know she wasn’t going to deal with any tomfoolery. She would always say things like “I wanna be beautiful,” “I wish I could be that smart,” “I wish I made a difference in people’s lives.” Every time she would say something like that, I should have jumped on the opportunity to tell her that she was everything in this world that could be described in a positive way: pulchritudinous, unequivocally awe-inspiring, cordial, commendable, I could go on for days about her if she didn’t leave me so aphonic.
And I don’t know how people can say “I love you to the moon and back.” There was something about her that made my love for her stretch for an abundant length that was well over 477,800 miles.

Author's Note

I don't feel like this is finished...

Reviews

[Nanie La Rose]

I really like it, particularly the repetition of some words that gives a rhythm to the whole text;
“She had a divine smile that was rare to see. […] A smile where..”
“Maybe it was the way she would make me forget. [..] I’d forget everyone “

You style is nice and quite original and I the repetition makes the setting more romantic.