Wasted Time

b.

It was like a whisker brushing her body and soul. Teasing her skin with a light tickle. She could feel it on her cheek, her stomach, and in her chest. It made her laugh, it made her smile.

She knew what this whisker was. The more it brushed her skin the more she glowed. It brushed every inch of her, caressing every inch of her body with love and admiration. She was not shy nor confident, she was content. She was content with the whisker's every intention.

This whisker wasn't the fingers of her lover, for she had none. This whisker wasn't any liquid, as much as she enjoyed her share of dancing in the rain or the flair of whiskey in her blood. No, this was no more than a crush.

This crush began on her lips with graceful conversation then grew to head where it sketched an image of him into her every thought. It then trickled into her chest where it played every heartbeat with a bass drum. Slowly, it seeped into her stomach where it turned into a ribbon that teased the walls with its fluttering silk whenever he was near.

It carried on, through her body with an unrecognizable pattern. It was graceful and all knowing and when it had finished it's task, it went away. It no longer caressed her skin. It left leaving behind a girl covered in a glow. It smiles knowing that it had painted this on her, and like the wind, it left.

However, leaving was not a bad thing. It came to paint it's masterpiece and when it was finished it left. She had not changed, she still glowed and if anything she glowed brighter. The crush had finished its job and it was amazing.

She smiled, loving every second. She was aware of this crush's intentions. She knew what it had planned for her and she excepted it and it was because of this that she glowed with the crush's masterpiece. A painting that showed admiration in the eyes of a girl, art in her mind, drums in her chest, and ribbons in her stomach.

When crush ended it's process on the girl, it moved to another victim. This time a boy, who was not as excepting as the girl.

He was strong but weak at the same time and crush knew that. So with little temptations the crush kissed him lightly on the forehead and gently lead the boy through his own personal process. The crush erased the wrinkles on the boy's forehead, untangled his thoughts, sewed his heart back together, and cleaned the storms in this stomach.

Then from the end, the crush worked to the beginning. It put ribbons in the boys stomach, art in the his mind, painted his body with his own glow yet, it changed two things. This boy didn't need drums in his heart. No, that would frighten him, the crush put a flute. So that together the boy and a girl would create a duet of music where, instead of pounding notes, he received a peaceful melody. Then, lastly on his lips, the crush placed not a conversation but, a simple 'hello'.

It may seem little to the rest of the design however, this hello would mark the bond between the boy and girl. Because the crush had started at the end and ended at the beginning, the pieces would not puzzle together like the girl's had. Instead, his pieces were like a Rubix Cube, already solved in it's package like it had never been abused or broken. Erasing every chance of flaw and doubt.

In the end, each difference would become similar and paintings would merge, ribbons turn into bows, instruments play a beautiful duet, art pieces became collections, and sweet words turned into lovely conversations.