Why is she sitting alone?

Because she wants to value the time we have together?

Every grin.

Every stare.

Every breath.

She's stressed out.

Relax darling, everything will be just fine.

Take a deep breathe and let all your problems fade away into nonexistence.

She's finally starting to loosen up when in my presence.

It's quite breathtaking.

Beautiful.

She gently lies her head on the metal green table.

I push her brown, curly hair behind her ear to see if she's okay.

She stares into my eyes again.

Once again, I'm addicted.

My life has latched onto another and may never let go.

It's time for me to exit cloud nine.

For it's time for her to leave.

I stand up, and hold her close.

I want our heartbeat to synchronize and make upbeat music together.

I hold her hand, not ready to release her from my clutches.

She feels like a soft suede on a leather jacket or a new pair of shoes.

I watch her as she grasps her backpack.

She may have left my sight, but I still see her quite vividly in my mind.

Still replaying the scenario that just happened less than a few minutes ago.

4/16/19