I met a girl.
She is beautiful.
She is tall.
She has long hair.
She has a question mark freckle on her left wrist.
She has six freckles next to her left ear.
She hates her freckles.
She has brown eyes.
She has brown, golden, hazelnut colored eyes.
She is a dream.
She is not a dream.
She is she.
She is her.
She is the one I want to be “US” with.
She is tall.
She is beautiful.
She is incredibly unique.
She is incredible.
She is unique.
She is the one.
She has one already.
She has a boyfriend.
She loves.
She loves someone else.