It didn't make sense, there was absolutely no reason that one brief, unimportant moment should have stuck in my head for so long. No reason for your eyes to be what I saw when I should have been focused on a task. It was silly for me to think of your smile every time I wasn't forcing my mind to pay attention. It was strange that something that had lasted less than twelve seconds stayed so vividly in my mind for more than twelve hours. I was sure to dream of it when I fell asleep. My dreams would repeat it over and over all night just as my conscious mind had done all day:
Me walking out the door and distractedly looking up to see your face so close to mine. Me staring at your captivating, beautiful, warm eyes. Me being surprised to be so close to you so suddenly. Me returning your smile and mumbled greeting as you held the door. You running inside as I stepped out. Me not being able to focus on a single thing my friend said as we drove away.
Over and over and over until my brain had played it on repeat obsessively and I was compelled to write it down. So that I would never forget this moment that should have been so easily dismissed.
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Lost Messages
RomanceA Place for all the letters that people write, but will never send. Ongoing project
