I stood in front of her door, habitually running my fingers through my carefully styled hair, occasionally pausing to tug at my shirt. I breathed in deeply, then exhaled, trying to calm my nerves. My hands were shaking slightly in nervous anticipation.
I had never been less ready for anything in my entire life.
I knocked.
***
I could see his blurry shadow through the colored panes of glass at my front door. He had been standing on my stoop for a good five minutes, but I knew from experience that he was just gathering his courage, so I waited. I smoothed my dress down, my hands not trembling in the slightest, knowing that my face was as impassive as ever, even though deep down inside I was a bundle of nerves.
He knocked.
I opened the door.
***
There she stood, almost as tall as me, her face as smooth and indifferent as always. She looked absolutely stunning in a delicate white dress, fastened with a pink bow around her slender waist that matched my tie to perfection. Her thick, sun-kissed brown hair hung freely, ending just past her shoulder blades. Little strands were either knotted or braided, just as she liked them. Big chocolate eyes peered at me from under thick black lashes. Her straight, thin nose and delicate cheek bones were covered in freckles. Otherwise, her olive toned skin was smooth and unmarred by blemish or bruise.
"Beautiful," I murmered, grinning stupidly.
She smiled.
She smiled.
***
There he stood, just over six feet tall, green eyes wide as he took me in. My mouth quirked up only the slightest bit in amusement-his golden hair was tousled, strands obscuring slightly those brilliant green orbs. I studied him more closely, realizing not for the first time that his boyish face had matured slightly over the past month or so. His cheekbones and jaw were more defined, making him less cute and much, much more handsome.
He was wearing a pink silk tie that matched the color of the sash on my dress perfectly, something we had not planned. His fitted black dress shirt accentuated his lean, muscular figure, and a pair of dark jeans clung to long, muscular legs and, no doubt, his toned ass. He looked... very muscular tonight, in this completely non-body builder way.
His eyes finally flitted back to my face, and he muttered just one word, so quietly I could barely hear it.
"Beautiful." Then he flashed me that adorable dimpled smile that I had fallen in love with so long ago, and I couldn't help but smile back.
***
Music enveloped me as I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel, humming to myself. I chanced a couple of sidelong glances at her, but when I saw that she was staring at me outright, I turned away, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
I jumped slightly as a hand appeared in my vision, grabbing the volume knob on my radio and twisting the dial all the way to the right as the CD skipped to track thirty and something. I chuckled as she began to wriggle around in her seat, beautiful voice belting out the lyrics to her favorite song. I reached over and grabbed her hand, singing along very quietly. This was her moment. This was the time she was happiest. When it was just me, just her. Me, her, and the music. Oh, the music. How she loved the music.
How I loved her.
***
Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart
