As she swung around, her hair swept for her the twirly path that her face would take, so as to see clear the iris beauty and snow white purity that comprise her skin soft visage that he will come to love.
Her gaze caught his stare and the space lit up with the glow from her eyes, as if the lights in the room were themselves shocked by her beauty. Her radiance radiated on them nuclear booms, causing them to flicker bright in wonder and sending spark pop signals at his piny heart to flutter.
They sat for hours and talked and he thought if he could just listen close enough that he could hear her heart. So he quietly learned her dreams and wants to know which route to take as he embarked on the path less taken, the road to her soul that is often mis-taken for a narrow little hole.
They sat in the hazy filled place for their own little eternity, spending their forevers up to put together their love struck jigsaw with their slow step dance
of get-to-know-me-get-to-know-you-while-we-learn-how-to-love
in that specific way we each individually desire.
Eventually the time caught up with their runaway puzzle game and he walked her home.
They went slowly to draw out the last bits of endlessness from this night of sparkling dreams and murky streams that made up their knowledge banks of each others lifetimes of 'thanks for listening' conversations they just had.
The quiet meander walk that has two bodies bump and stop in the awkward slip where
my hand☛☚touches yours
and we don't know if we should hold on because it'd be a pity for you to get away.
So finally their single hand digits locked and formed a warm little stone as they strolled home hand in hand in a city too dark to care and understand that as he looked at her merry go ring eyes and said 'I really had a good time' he meant I love you and think I comprehend but want to know who you are. In that way that is only possible when two people become the same one and their number 11 pair becomes a #1.
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