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Twenty-Seven - Valerio

Twenty-Seven - Valerio

"You sound like delicate daydreams,

filled with innocence and youth.

my flower gal,

my cherry on top.

where have you been all my life?

shower me with your love,

whisper sweet nothings, and

watch me stand on my two feet. "

I strum the chords. That practice was needed. I ripped the paper (which had the lyrics) and placed it inside a pouch. There's still more writing to do, however, this should be a nice starting point. While I was taking the guitar strap off my chest, I heard someone faintly clapping. The sound got louder, the more they approached my room.

I slowly placed my guitar on the mattress, turning around to see the figure; who's applause made me feel conscious about who was listening. The figure had entered the door frame and she looked beautiful. She always had, but this is the first time I have had a full look at her. The woman who always hung out by the flowers.

Her hair has small curls by the end of their tips, she had half tied it with a flower cushioning her right ear. Her eyes smiled like crescents and her lips knew how to make me smile at my own music. Her palms were together as she wore a white floral gown. She had worn a pearl white necklace and a classy belt around her waist. She had an antique watch on her left wrist, the kind that feels like nostalgia. She looked effortless, with a honey-colored mist aura. "That was beautiful!" She exclaimed with joy, making my eyes widen and my cheeks burn. It takes me a few seconds to realize that I have heard this voice before, the feeling of wind breezing through me even if the windows aren't open. She's the paper plane woman. I scratch my neck: "Ah, thank you." I say, my heart filled with gratitude. She nods and leaves, I try to stop her but my voice fails me.

I watch her go down the stairs and immediately follow her footsteps. She isn't even bothered at me running behind her, yet her sophistication is always on point. She exits the cottage, as I do too. As soon as I was out, she was nowhere to be found. I just missed her by a few seconds. She couldn't have disappeared that fast. I ran farther into the flower field and searched for her till my eyes felt mushy.