Falling in love
with Violet Lawson felt very much like being pushed into a swimming pool. As
soon as you’d felt that initial nudge, you were plummeting into water and there
was no going back. An awful lot of people have fallen into swimming pools,
though. You can’t say the same about Violet Lawson. People only thought they
had fallen in love with her, although you can’t blame them. If there was a
human representation of “love at first sight”, this young lady was precisely
that.
Her white-blonde hair was at shoulder length and fell
naturally in waves down either side of her face, creating the frame to a beautifully
raw, natural picture that you wouldn’t ever forget. Her eyes were a mystery in
themselves, often misty and vacant but full of life all the same. The lips that
formed her mouth laid gently, one on top of the other, the words that departed
between them walking through you like a friendly ghost. She was captivating.
She was the homiest prison cell any soul could find itself in and I, the one
person who had sworn to never devote himself to another, had truly fallen in
love with her."
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