Start From The Beginning

There was something about the mannerisms she had. Something in the way she walked the intrigued people. The first thing you'd notice was her stride; the long stepped gait, almost childish in its depths, as if she had never fully grown up. As you saw her more, you would notice her timid step, usually backwards in direction. You would know she was feeling uncomfortable when she walked like that, you could see how uncertain she could be about the reliability of her own feet, her doubt in the trustworthyness of her legs.
There was her meandering stroll, the most common of her steps. Looking up at the sky, at the celing, the trees. It was this walk that really revealed most about her personality. If some people have addictive personalities, she had a mesmerised personality. Everything around her would be taken in through those eyes, each moment she saw would leave her in awe, and thus could walk around in a daydream, surrounded by the wonderment she saw about her.
Then there was her insecure walk. Fast, head down, weaving past everyone, as if determined not to be noticed, not to be seen.
She was the sort of person who felt things more than most. Each experience she had was magnified, as if the passion beating through her veins was not merely satisfied with the regular emotions.
She felt joy as she saw it around her, as a living, breathing atmosphere, as bright as the sun, yet as brittle as a light bulb. To shatter this was a heartbreaking thing to witness. She felt things with every portion of her being, capable of the most extremes of temprament, yet she was stronger than one might presume.
There was something holding that girl together, something invisible. It was an unseen adhesive that never failed, even when her world would fall apart, even on the brink of her heart shattering, she held fast.

I guess that strength is what fascinates you. You could watch her for days and not pick it, but the moment you did you'd know. It quietly eminates from her, in the way she watches her world, the way that she walked through the chaos surrounding her. It was this that you'd see, and it was the reason you could never take your eyes off of her.