The One is exactly seven hundred nineteen pixels in front of me. I can't breathe. I can't think, except for one word.
Amour. Love.
For me, it was un coup de foundre- love at first sight. I knew The One would understand me, care about me, but I felt so much more than that. We somehow ended up being recorded together in the new production Les Chiffres, to teach Human children aboutI'm numbers. The entire show involved us dancing together and singing a tune about how to memorize the numbers. The entire time, my heart was pounding and I couldn't see clearly. I could only see The One. Just like now.
It's lunchtime in the nondescript, expansive cafeteria. The One is right in front of me, piling peaches onto a simple, pale yellow tray. The music I've been listening to is singing, for lack of a better word, through every pixel on my body like it would a typical day, but it's not normal right now.
If my velocity starts to make you sweat, then just don't/Let go...
I accept a helping of the yellow-orange fruit.
The music pulses through me.
Get up and go!
I feel suddenly inspired. I have to face my love at some point. I don't think, but instead say the only thing I can right now.
"Hi."
A/N
la-cachette , I know we agreed to publish this on your account. This is a draft. I couldn't resist.If you're someone else, welcome! How did you get here?
(Yes, Planetary (GO!).)
