Breathless... looking into those eyes from a distance for the first time. Where all you can articulate is a soft... "wow". A file is then opened in your heart in the shape of an old scroll and with a centuries old quill you begin to write about the wonders found in the outlines of her beautiful face. About the deep ocean in those eyes you wouldn't mind navigating... and about a heart you wouldn't mind catching. You start to imagine what it'd be like holding that face in the palm of your hands and what it'd be like to see her smile. What it'd be like to hold her and and pull her in close. To be able to kiss her with the familiarity of a couple caught in a fresh romance. What would it be like to have her be pleased... simply by your presence...
Arriving at a place where a word or two is shared, something clicks and in a split second you feel you can love her... and you also know that by the tell she graciously allows you to see... she feels it too. That hello glance that lasted a few seconds too long and the handshake that grazed hands right to the end of your fingertips. Peripherals revealing focus as curiosity rising into it's own level of control. All the while, both of you desperately trying your best to temper your smiles and looks of interest. Here, in this moment... the scroll begins to receive it's own breath... into a beautiful reality...
And you tell yourself... "Damn, she's beautiful...". You don't want to wake...
~moses apollo
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