She was like a movie.
The way I imagined her.
She incited an emotion I haven't quite felt before.
Going from silly and quirky to a full blown romantic.
She was a character. A bottle full of fireflies each given a crayon.
Tracing the sky with different colors. Small jet streams coloring her lashes.
All with their tiny voices take the lid off.
Something this beautiful couldn't being to be bottled.
Imagining that I could take them with me everywhere I went.
An extension of her everywhere I went. The fireflies replacing butterflies.
Staring at her behind the lens of my glasses.
Easily one of my favorite movies.
A rebel that went without cause. Fighting for what she believed.
I fell in love with her the moment she appeared on screen.
Her constant questioning of why, looking to improve my affection.
Watching my favorite movie in mind.
When she'd accidentally look at the camera I felt her glare into my soul almost as if she could feel me watching.
Anticipating that I'd not once take my eyes from the screen.
Watching my favorite actress bare her soul in the vibrant hues her eyes splashed across the screen.
Throughout the history of my life you couldn't have told me that heaven would appear as close as it did then.
Picturing the term me turn to the epic and complete phrase "We"
A compilation of picturing her do different things, a quick sketch artist falling in love
with flash photography.
Tracing her face in different colors.
The tip of my finger following the outline of her jaw.
A Representative of Hallmark helping me choose the prefect greeting, not knowing that all along she would be the recipient.
My belief in movies