She stood there so close to me; interwining fingers, just an inch between our lips. I could feel her warm breath; engulfing the closeness and mixing with my own breath. Her eyes, serene as the morning dew, intriguing and innocent as a child's laughter. The mutual chaos in our minds were connected invisibly like a constellation on a starry night. I start losing myself to her, our souls mixing like the earthy smell during the first rains; like the musty smell of crisp leaves in the autumn breeze; Until I can no longer tell myself from you. Until every time I look at myself, it's only you I see. Sweet, irreversible entropy!
She'd sit there, feet dangling on mine; fingers interwined. Her thumb carelessly drawing little circles on my wrist as she speaks. Her long braided hair resting peacefully on shoulders and those few strands distracting somewhere between her ears and my dreams.
She's the only person who could talk about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought. About how she saw a sunflower smile at her with all of it's seeds. She vows love in all places; high plains, prairies, hills and lowlands.
Her happiness lies in little things disregarded by the world. She leans onto me and places a soft peck on my cheeks. And then she talks about the gravity of our hearts and warmth of this love!