It's the little things like your way with words.
I was about to exit the library and there you were, in the corner, with a notebook and a pencil in your hands.
You walked off to get something, and for some reason, I saw this as an opportunity to learn a little more about you.
I made my way to the table where your stuff sat. As I flipped through the pages, one stuck out to me, titled Beauty.
"fumbling words
mumbling words
so many things that I want to say
the world is so beautiful in that way.
she speaks for herself
in her allurement.
coming down
thundering down
so many bolts of crashing light
and even in this, light is light
she speaks for herself
in her allurement
-S.E
Your words flowed eloquently in a way that made me want to read more.
Weirdo guy, we should really stop meeting like this.
I can only imagine my facial expression but I assume it was something of guilt and confusion.
Let's get out of here.
So I took a leap of faith and followed you. And I've never regretted it.
