I remember the first time I saw you. That moment gave me a sense of belonging. Everything started to make sense to me.
It wasn’t the first time that my heart skipped a beat, but it was the first time that I actually felt that missing closure of the valves.
I could just stand there and keep looking into the oblivion for days. For, in the oblivion, all I could see was you.
You were flying across the universe, jumping from one star to another, sliding through the Milky Way, rising above the Andromeda; the Universe seemed to contract into one small room with you all around.
I could think of a million other things in that moment. I could do a million different things. I could make a hundred different decisions. But I didn’t want to do any of that.
I just wanted to stand there, look into the nothingness, and just watch you swirl and smile with those long curly hazelnut mocha hair swaying from one side to another; a strand so elegantly and innocently covering your left eye time and again; I just wanted to live in that moment, watch it play out, rewind it and then live it over and over again.
I could have skipped 20 beats in a second and I wouldn’t have cared. Nothing could ever be more gorgeous than the faintest of move you ever made. Rather, nothing can ever be more gorgeous than your slightest move.
You are like the God Particle. It gives every atom its weight and you give every beautiful object its ‘Beauty’.
You can make the dead, walk
You can make the dumb, talk
Such beauty resides in you
You can make the Moon and the Stars look at you, and Gawk!