the night we meet eyes
Through the ocean of people, you are the one drop I focus on. So pure. So clean. The calm amiss the chaos, the raging sea of life. Pulling me in like the tide with that tantalizing aura. I forget the nonsense that anchors me down and just float in euphoria.
Your scruffy black converse gently tap the ground as if knocking to see if this is real. Just to make sure. You would go unnoticed but to me you were an isolated island. An adventure.
Lips positioned in a curious pout and hands casually at your side…
Maybe that’s when I realized those lips were meant to be kissed; those hands were meant to be held.
Chocolate colored locks fall above your eyes. That is when our glances finally align. Emerald green meets chestnut brown. My world spirals into a cyclone of emotions. Eyes sometimes behold more meaning than anything else. It is intrusive.
You hold my gaze, my heart in one moment
-Stories of the hopeless romantic Abby A.
