It’s funny how time stood still that night She is music, perfect music A cascading melody that shot through my heart and stopped nothing short of my soul
She kept asking me questions I couldn’t answer Her face Her eyes Her smile The way the corners of her mouth curved back to me
I stared into space hoping to God that she didn’t think I lacked intelligence Or the ability to attempt a fluent conversation for that matter
I thought of words I thought of beautiful words Not one of them made it out of me
For she was only worthy of the best selection of vernacular You cannot simply use standard dialect with a girl like this That would be like substituting elevator music for a symphony Impossible Inexcusable But she
In a world full of vain excuses, broken promises, and validation that falls short - she.. She was incredible