Her

She was just a girl away for the weekend. He was just a boy who was lost, or seemed to be. Maybe she was finally satisfied with who she was. Maybe he was just looking for a distraction. When she walked into the room where he was their eyes locked and they were introduced. He said hello and she accepted his greeting. Sitting on the couch he let his arm fall across the top as if he were reaching for her. She watched him out of the corner of her eye. There was something very intense about him. He seemed distant, not from her specifically just in general. She didn’t know him but his happiness became her responsibility. He was too beautiful to look so miserable. Perhaps he didn’t know that he did. Perhaps he didn’t know that he was. He smiled and laughed a lot but his eyes, his eyes told a different story. His eyes made her cry. She wanted to hug him but she didn’t know how. After all they had just met. How is it possible to be so drawn to another person after so little time? Is it possible? She watched him all night, unknowingly to him. He watched her too. She watched his face dance, the way his body moved slowly from one place to the next. The way he turned to one side before moving down the stairs. She watched the way he casually placed his cigarette in his mouth with his thumb and index finger. He was something, breathtaking. Not in the way people would have thought, not to her. He was very handsome and there was no denying that. Girls would line up for him. She didn’t stand a chance and she knew that. He was charisma in a nutshell. For every girl, he was the guy to have. Blue eyes, trimmed beard, soft lips, she didn’t see him as simple as all that. To her he was a guy that held a smile that was capable of changing the way you see the world. The first time she saw him smile the world stopped. She was frozen, transfixed. She hadn’t slept in 26 hours and her personal life was diving through hell. But when he smiled, everything that she knew before vanished. And in that split second, he owned her. He didn’t know yet and looking back on it neither did she but, nothing was ever the same. That’s the moment he had her interest. That’s the exact moment she realized the natural strength of an imperfect being. He parted his lips and changed the way felt, about life about love about existence. She’d never seen a power like that, the type of power that makes a person forget how to feel pain, even if it’s only for a second. His eyes were a magnet for her eyes, the vortex where misery goes to die, the liminal space between sadness and happiness. Peace. It’s sad now, for her to think that his compliments were reduced to his physical appearance. What a waste. If only they knew what they could have, what he should have, and what she’ll never have. He finally caved into his urge to touch her and once he did, he didn’t stop. His voice deep and soft in her ear as they lay there completely immersed within each other. He has to go but she doesn’t want to move. As soon as they do the truth will come out. As soon as they do this transcendental phase will be undone and reality is there to mock them like a jackal in the night. She wraps her leg further around him and he squeezes her as hard as he can. She closes her eyes to breathe him. To remember everything as realistically as possible, she documented his scent, the moles on his arms, and the pattern of his breath. Everything is going to end as soon as they get up. As soon as they get up everything she ever thought was possible in happiness would be taken away from her with the rudest of gestures.