I REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME MY EYES MET YOURS

Some people don’t walk into your life… they glide

I remember the first time my eyes met yours. It was raining

And you looked like Mary Poppins, the way you seemed to glide through the busy streets. Giving the impression that you didn’t give a damn. But there was something about your burgundy scarf and the narrative in your eyes that stole me. With a smile like the sun , and a heart that felt like it had known storms and still chose to be soft.

A heart that didn’t beg to be understood but dared to be felt, like jazz spilling out of an open window at 2 a.m.�"unapologetic, a little broken, but holy in its honesty.

And I stood there, pretending I wasn’t watching you, cheating the rain wasn’t syncing with the rhythm in my chest, putting on airs you weren’t rewriting something in me with every step you took away.

You never noticed�"or maybe you did and chose mystery over moments. But I remember thinking,
if grace had a face, it would look like you on a grey day, with the world rushing past and you�"
moving like time had made an exception.

Reviews

[Shownashappening]

Very well put together, great word choices and pacing.

Keep up the good work.