I see you across the room and my heart takes flight.
Your eyes sparkle with unmasked amusement at whatever your companion’s saying, and when you throw back your head to laugh, it’s music.
I can’t hear it from the other side of the room, but I see you laugh, and I know in my heart that it’s music.
You’re a vision, radiant, standing out from the other people at this party like some ethereal thing, tolerating them yet standing apart.
I have to know you, and so I push through the crowd.
Christ, I suck at this…