I don't know what brought me to come to this little intersection on the corner of Maple Street and Boise Avenue. I don't know why I stopped and looked up for as long as I did. And I don't know why I didn't run when I had the chance.
When I saw her, I wasn't sure if it was my eyes playing tricks on me or another cruel act of God damned upon me. She looked different, a good different. Happier, even. Even though it had been 10 months since the last time I saw her, I couldn't help but think that this was the first time I was really seeing her. How deserving she looked of everyone's attention. The way she claimed eyes and thoughts and words.The way the sunlight casted down on her recently dyed blond hair, making it look like a halo around her face. And how she looked like a big deal without making herself out to be.
That's when I notice the traffic, buzzing so loud in my ears and going by so fast. I don't know whether to walk out right into the middle of it to get to her or to just turn around and pretend she wasn't there. I don't know anything. All I can do is remember.
Her soft skin as bubbles covered the most delicate curves of herself.
Warmth spreading through my chest as I inhaled every part of her, leaving nothing untouched. I knew her like the back of my hand. The candlelight cased shadows over her face, deepening her eyes. This is what I wanted to remember her as. Naturally captivating without even trying, my own personal guardian angel. She was the closest thing to God I had ever seen.
A car horn blares me back into the present, and I can hardly stop myself from falling into the street. When I look up, she's gone, again. Taking another breath from me as she goes.
