Her

    Her hair is long and dark. It’s parted in a perfect line on the right side of her head. There are no tangles or split ends. Her ears are small, but they absorb lectures, laughs, and all of my problems. Her eyebrows are angled to complement her defined jaw and loving eyes. Her irises almost match her pupils and her eyelashes match her dark hair.

    Her nose is used to inhale the sweet aroma of nature and the books of the library. Below lie her lips. They’re a window to what she’s feeling. If they’re pressed into a line, she’s puzzled. If they’re convex, she’s happy.  If they’re puckered, she’s posing for a picture. Mostly, they’re apart. She doesn’t try to hide her smiles or laughter.

    Her body is thin. But that’s probably because of her diet: spinach, green tea, and Dum-Dums. Her hands are the perfect size to cradle my face when I get upset and to prop her face when she’s tired. Her fingers are plain and her nails look like they have never worn nail polish. Her hourglass shape is smooth and flawless.

    The science building is her second home. She wakes up at 7 AM in order to make it to her 8 AM classes. Her day ends around midnight or 1 AM after she's completed her homework and labs. When I ask her where she’s going her answer is usually, “The science building.” If she could have room and board there, she would. Her mind is full of the periodic table, isomers, and diabolic acids. Her handwriting is neat and she writes each letter and number with care.

    Her love for life is wonderful. Every time she sees a younger generation, her eyes get wide and her voice gets higher as she exclaims, “You’re so cute!”

    Her possessions are neat and orderly. Her sandals, boots, and oxfords are on her shelf. Her food shelf consists of almonds, tomato soup, nutrition bars, raisins, grapes, oranges and scattered tea bags.Her clothes are folded and arranged by article of clothing.

Her desk doesn’t house a speck of dust. Her pens, pencils, and markers are all in a cup in the corner. Her clean dishes are stacked accordingly with her plastic fork and spoon as the crown of the tower. Three pictures of her family are taped to the edge of her desk shelf in a way that they hang over the workspace. They’re adorned in colorful clothes and each picture paints the ideal blue sky and happy faces.

The best is when I tell her about something that involves our love life. Overreaction to stories results in laughter and the idea of, “Olivia! What if your shorts ripped when you were talking to him?!?!” This is followed by acting out what had happened if my shorts had ripped,  enough laughter to make up collapse against the wall and throbbing abs from tittering.

This young woman is my best friend and a blessing from God. Her smile emanates joy and her beauty is incomparable. Her positive and studious attitude gives me the motivation to write this blog post.