Book-Of-Whatever

I Can't Help But Stare

I can't help but stare at her. Every detail must be analyzed. Her long hair, the glasses that she pushes to the bridge of her nose every now and then, the shirt that she chose to wear, the pants she decided to slip on. I can't help but stare.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, taking in every scent. Of her, the grass, the dozens of trees around us, I inhale and taking all in.

I look to my left, then my right then I look at her. I look at the position of her arms, the way her palms are pressed against the grass beneth us. I really can't help but stare.

I dig the back of my palm into the grass, mimking her pose. I breath in again, taking in everything. I continue to stare at her knowing I'll never have to stop, this is our place, we don't ever have to leave.