𝟏𝟎𝟔𝟏𝟖

(short story)

I remember like it was just minutes ago.

Well actually it was years.

The correct dating, October 6th, 2018.

You were up on stage, singing your little heart out.

You had looked to the left of the small crowd in front of you, and there. We found each other.

Not to sound corny or cliche, but I felt like you might as well have been singing to me.

Your eyes held mine, and I could see the sad and lonely life you'd been living.

I just had felt the need to turn that frown upside down.

I made it my mission to meet you backstage, I'd had felt my life had depended on it.

You were just a sad little thing, you had came to the fair to not be alone, but even in the big crowds you still felt a void.

You ignored me and left. I never saw you again.

I soon caught the pleasure of seeing you again, in my favorite coffee shop, singing the exact same song. Years later.

If possible you were even more beautiful, this time I didn't wait, and didn't take no for an answer.

You told me you were afraid of not feeling, I had told you I had mostly been afraid of change.

But what I didn't tell you was I willing to make one.

For you.

That day, her voice is the one that drew me in, your's is the one that made me want to stay.