To no one really,
I saw her again... and I loved it... I couldn't help it. She was there tonight. A white dress ******* in the back in the most childlike manner, and soft brown curls loosely falling upon light blue lace. She looked different. Perhaps she had matured since we had last seen each other... (but that wasn't very long ago). And yet there existed still a sense of familiarity, which I did not doubt would remain. We talked very little and I guessed she had forgotten about us. After all, it was years ago. But then she pulled on my hand with that same mischievous grin and dragged me to the floor. We laughed like we used to and danced for the first time. I had never been that close to her.

I saw her again... and I loved it... I couldn't help it. She stood at the bottom of my stairwell. She was watching our parents speak - so "attentively". But I knew she wasn't listening. Her attention span is far too short for meaningless small talk. My eyes always found their way back to her. Sometimes for a second, and then sometimes I would forget to look away... But she would remind me by glancing over at me. Why did I cross her mind?

I saw her again... and I loved it... I couldn't help it. We'd been keeping in touch for the first time in forever. She was there. The same girl I had always known. Straight hair and bright eyes, always with the widest smile. We spent the entire night together. Teasing, Playing, Laughing. Always laughing. And we danced. Was I the only one with tears in my eyes? I couldn't have been the only one with shaky hands and a wild heart.

I know I'll see her again... and I know I'll love it... I love her... I can't help it.