Uplifting

Prologue

    I watch as her beautiful rosy lips read the artistic words on her paper. She is the most gorgeous creature on this planet. But she'll never know just how I feel. She's a poetic genius. Every word that comes out of her mouth flows delicately into the next.

    She doesn't notice me staring at her from the back of the room because she doesn't take her aqua blue eyes off the written words in her journal. Christina Green. I've been watching her for a decent amount of time now. Watching the way she pronounces the words just right, or how she attempts to not look up at the crowd. I watch as she fiddles with everything she can to distract herself from the pure fact that she's presenting her personal thoughts to a group of strangers.

    Every poetry presentation we've had just shows how passionate she is about her writing. It amazes me. To watch her put all she has into a piece of writing that can only earn her an A in the class. I'm infinitely amazed at the way she writes until her heart's content and it's always enough.

    I met her in Kindergarten. The first day of school to be exact. We used to be best friends. I don't think she remembers me anymore. I've barely talked to her since then, besides once for a project in our sophomore Spanish class. Junior year was the year I began to hear her personal thoughts out loud. Her writing is extremely deep.

    It's like you're in a completely different place. For once you feel like you understand how another person feels or thinks. Well at least, that's how I feel when I listen to her read her poems and short stories. But, maybe that's because I'm in love with her.