It's been a long while since someone made my heart twist and leap from looks alone, not out of sexual attraction, but for pure beauty in a genuinely wholesome way. The kind of woman, not that of which you wish to sleep with, but that of which you wish to court, engage, and marry.

A small girl she was, in height and in figure, but that's not where your eyes go - her modest clothing enforced this. In the distance I could hear her speaking enthusiastically to a friend, making my eyes raise and immediately lock into her untouched face - 'yellow,' but with a tinge of African-American descent; her soft, defined cheeks and chin frequently moving from the whishes and and perks of her bright smile and small nose. As my eyes soaked in more of her features, the most notable of that was the highlight of the feature instead of the feature itself; a large pair of half-rimmed glasses, adorable on her face and fitting for her black attire perfectly.

As my eyes rose a little higher up, next came her small, not-so-noteworthy forehead, but after that, the beautiful curls of her silky hair. It outlined to a gentle, yet cutely messy hairline and just in front of each temple was a long stand of hair that scrolled and waved down just over her shoulders. Around the back were straight lines leading up into a little, tight bun.