And, I Fell

Her Name Was Belle

She was beautiful. God, she was.

But not in the way her lips were. Or, in the way her eyes were. Or in the way her hands were. Or her shoulders. But, in the way her crooked teeth were. And in the way her ears were; one slightly bigger. I know because she made me measure it once. A half a centimeter apart.

She thought her crooked teeth and unequal ears as imperfections. I just thought they made her perfect.

And, I fell in love with her gracefully.

Actually.

No. I didn't.

I fell like I was a clumsy body on the top of a building. I didn't mean to fall off. I didnt want to. Nevertheless, I tripped and I fell anyway. My limbs flailing up and down. My screams heard all the way to the ground. Anything but graceful.

Love is like that, sometimes.

You don't want to . You think you don't want to. But, you do it anyway. Like buying her flowers. I'm allergic to pollen and I bought her flowers.

God, she was so beautiful.

And, her smile made me want to cry.

Damn.

Her name was Belle.