And as she turned around, I saw her golden ringlets swing around her face dramatically. Her hair perfectly framed her face. She nearly looked like an angel. She was an angel to me; she was my guardian angel. She saved me from myself all those years ago. I saw her eyes turn from happy and blissful to sadness, unbearable sadness as she looked at me. Her eyes were brown and so beautiful that I can't imagine wanting any other eye color. They made blue and green look dull. I have fallen into the depth of her eyes. It isn't a raging blue sea, it's the color of new life. Little did I know, this was the last time I would see her brown eyes.