i - her eyes  

  No matter how bright her smile or how fresh her glow, her eyes are the true windows to her soul. Sounds trite I know. But I’m not here to wow you with literary theatrics. I’m here to tell you about Alyssa.

Now, I could produce some flowery imagery and describe how they are the color of nature or how the bone structure surrounding the sockets is shaped perfectly for my lips to gently kiss, or how her lashes whoosh graceful as a butterfly with each seductive blink…but the important thing to take from this paragraph is that they are playful. Despite the dark confusion of a life that has not yet lived up to her childhood expectations, she continues to radiate a youthful and innocent joy. The contrast is alarming and sometimes painful. But always beautiful. Just like life.