She has black hair and charcoal eyes that glisten in the
twilight hour. She is standing by the door leaning on it
with one hand. Her black hair is pulled back and she is
wearing a big blue longed sleeve shirt one you wear to sit
in front of the television when it is a cold night outside.
He says her name and she smiles. Her smile an answer to his
prayer, divine, that makes him melt and fall in love with
her. She becomes his dream the fantasy woman that you dream
about but never reach, but never meet. He looks at her
angelic face and begins his well-rehearsed speech. She looks
at him, at his fallen face that stares at the floor
boyish-like and although he is the older in years she is now
the grownup. She tries to make eye contact and says he that
she is in the middle of a relationship. He turns from her
still looking at the floor and barely says "bye" then
leaving as she enters back to her house and closes the door
behind her. Surprised that he is not mad at her or
disappointed but that he feels joy, joy that he has met a
perfect creature that god had made. That he had a chance as
slim as it was to see her smile to have that angel smile at
him making him feel high. He takes his dog out, with a Cure
ringing in his ears. Her smile doesn't leave his mind for an
instant. He hears the word "Realize" as part from a
returning chorus and as he thinks of that word resonating in
his head more than any other but still seeing her. His
realization is that he loves her and although he barely
knows her he depends on her, on her smile. He continues to
walk the dog circling around him jump from garden-bed to
garden-bed. The singing in his ears is now "The World Is
Neither Fair Nor Unfair" making him think that the world was
fair with him by letting him know her a privilege that it
preserved to a few but yet unfair as it denies him from
seeing her smile everlasting. Then he remembers that he
hoped, in some sort of way that she would say "no" not
forcing him to deal with trying consistently to make her
happy because he knows that that would have been his only
desire, and to face the chance that she won't be happy, a
thing he doubts he could handle. He returns home, stops the
music, sits in front of the computer to write this, without
ever letting her smile fade from his eyes.