She is petite, with long, silky hair always neatly tucked behind her neck, clear eyes, and a smile as sweet as honey. From the first time I met her, I knew I would be drawn not by fiery beauty, but by the gentleness that radiated from her demeanor to her every small gesture.
When she is with me, she always seems a little shy, blushing when I lightly touch her cheek, and gently tilting her head to nestle into my chest whenever we are close. She is not proactive, but her eyes and breaths are invitations filled with bashfulness.
That evening, under the warm yellow lights in our familiar room, she softly pulled my hand onto the bed, saying nothing, just looking at me with expectant eyes. I gently caressed her hair, then bent down to place a kiss on her forehead — soft, slow, to feel every shiver in that small, delicate body.

My lovely and cute girlfriend likes gentleness.