Some places become sacred without anyone deciding they should.
Ours was a stop sign.
We met there last night.
Everything was slower than I expected. It almost felt like being introduced for the first time instead of finding someone I already knew by heart.
She stood beneath the stars wearing a robe scattered with little moons and constellations, as if the night had decided to dress like itself. A sunflower accent, bright enough to catch the streetlight. She always had a way of putting herself together that never felt accidental. Even standing still, she seemed composed.
When she stepped closer, I caught her scent again.
It surprised me how memory can become more accurate instead of fading.
I finally understood the difference.
She wasn’t beautiful because she tried to be.
She isn’t pretending.
She is class.
There is a difference.
🕺 i like to play video games and i like to dance, often at the same time
📜 completionist but with a short attention span