Ever Enchanted.

“Enchanting.


No other word in the English language could describe you, or even minutely explain you other than enchanting. Maybe it was your smile, and the way it lit up your eyes. Or perhaps it was the soft cadences in your voice, that made every word sound like the makings of a melody. You were neither under nor entirely overwhelming.”

I was cleaning my room and i found this paragraph written on a piece of scrap paper. I wrote it last summer. I still feel the same.