I stare out my window, head resting tilted on folded arms, as dusk slowly turns to night. As the last ray of light dissipates on the horizon, a reflection of a girl appears on the glass. Who is the girl I see? I gaze into her eyes, and see more than what meets the eye. The reflection shows a softened image of her face. Dark hair streaked with blond, with about a month's worth of …showed first 75 words of 399 total…

…showed last 75 words of 399 total…also, open eyes. She loves passionately with the heart of a child. She can always put herself in others' shoes and see their point of view. She would never hurt another intentionally, and doesn't tolerate anyone that could. I see her, understand her, and respect her. I recognize the good as well as the bad, working constantly to make the former outweigh the latter. Through her eyes, I see myself, and accept what I see.