Personal Narrative: Kyle

Kyle is the person I am closest to; she knows things about me that no one else does. She is a girl with the purest jade green eyes you have ever seen. She has shoulder length, caramel colored hair. She always wears it down with the natural waves being their own decoration. Her smile is huge, a big toothy grin that is always there to greet you. She is thin, but not too thin. Kyle’s skin tone is that of a lightly toasted, almost untouched marshmallow. She loves monochromatic colors and wears them often. When she wears actual colors, they are always muted. She is a calm and thoughtful person that listens to every word that pours out of someone’s mouth. Her loving and caring soul puts others at ease. Kyle is a passionate dancer and talented creator. She is very understanding and doesn’t judge anyone. She smells like old books and coffee and is soft and warm to the touch. Her voice is a welcome sound. When I think of sensations that apply to her, I think of the sound of vinyl records, the taste of tea and soup at our monthly Panera lunches, and the feel of a vintage store. Even when …show more content…
It was a cold, rainy December night. It was at least 2am and we were bundled up in a mountain of blankets. Her room was freezing, but we were warm. As often happened when I stayed over, we had been awake talking for hours. As I looked through her wall of windows out at the city lights, I felt calm and full of belonging. That feeling was only amplified when she broke our short five minute silence. We were drinking mugs of hot tea and sitting on her bed. “You know, you’re one of the most important people in my life,” she said simply. I looked over at her and replied that she was incredibly important to me as well. I had never felt as connected to someone in my entire life. I was truly happy to have such a wonderful