So I've been writing a lot recently. I guess that's what happens when my brain has nothing else to do. If I continue to write like this, I hope I never get a job. Anyway, as I was rereading some of my thoughts that I'd put into a notebook quickly, I came across this description. Gushy? Yes. Accurate? Absolutely. It made me blush.
I stared back into his eyes, the steel blue color of the ocean after a summer storm, calm but intense. The smile lines on both sides of his thin-lipped mouth deepened as he smiled at me. His slightly crooked nose was a little large and he had a dimple in his chin. Both suited his face perfectly. Two days worth of scruff, reddish, not mousy like his short hair, defined his angular, strong jaw and the smile crinkled his high, round cheekbones. It was in that moment, as he reached up to brush the hair out of my face and a sort of wistful look clouded his smile, that I decided he was beautiful.
