Slowly

  It’s not that I haven’t fallen hard before, I’ve probably fallen harder. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve gone through it, she will still occupy all my thoughts. Where ever I go, whatever I do, it’s always something. Highlights of the baseball game we watched earlier that day or warming up the leftovers we had…I had shared with her earlier, there she is. Not to say that it’s a bad thing, it’s great. The only problem is, you sit there wondering if she’s thinking the same thing too. You wonder how much you cross her mind, if at all, and that could be enough to push someone over the edge. At least it can for me. The only thing that keeps me holding on to sanity is that look she gives when she or I enter the room. Occasionally accompanied with a smile, the dilation of her pupils can say a lot. Many times I miss it. But who can blame me? The color that surrounds them steals the show. Even though I could pick them out of a line up, I don’t think I could correctly name the color. A light blue? A shade of grey? Possibly a combination of both. I checked her I.D. to see if it was listed, but it failed to mention anything.

  She has the kind of beauty that many don’t, or rather choose to cover up with layers of foundation and liners of sorts. It’s almost effortless for her, or maybe that’s just how it seems. Though she may disagree, she has the kind of face that would still turn heads even after moments of just waking up, a “good morning beauty” if you will.

  But that’s not it.