Awestruck, timeless in that sense of pleasure you blush…
Some kinda beautiful…
No words are spoken only glances, only shock after shock every time you look into their eyes…
Some kinda silence…
You love the way her face forms the perfect half-moon in her shadow,
You love the way that when you smile at her, she smiles back…
You love the way that her hands could fit perfectly into yours,
You hate the fact that you are to dumbstruck to do anything.
You hate the way that nothing is ever said between you two…
Prodigy like, so you have been told and yet everything else is so much harder for you.
Your grades suck, your clothing isn’t perfect and your hair is too curly, too long.
There is no turning back after, there is no going back, there is only the road ahead that long, long, traveling road, that road that your feet will never touch, that you will never walk upon…
Unless you pick yourself up and realize that the time is now, it always has been, and it always will be.
Finally, you tell them, even though that you are not their type, you tell them.
And something happens,
Some kinda wonderful, some kinda rush, some kinda silence,
No, not silence but an overload of millions of words all at once, a perfect understanding of each other.
That one thing that you have wanted for so long,

Her kiss…..