2.

Her eyes were nothing like my dull grey.

They were brown like her soft skin and contrasted with her angelic nose, lips and soft mahogany afro.

She was like a dream and for the past few weeks she teased my mind.

I returned to the centre of New York where we first met, hoping for her to return to me.

She never did to me.

My mind was plagued with her existence. I wondered if she thought of me the same way I did her.

I came to realise I had fell so deeply in love with her.