I saw something today. The two collided right in front of me, like a flower bursting into blossom. It was beautiful and I watched it without shame. Two bodies suddenly embracing, the real kind. He had caramel skin and hers was porcelain. They swirled together. I watched her arms wrap around his neck while he pressed his lips quickly to her cheek, her chin, her neck—anything he could find. Her face was bright, whispering happy words into his ear as his face tucked away in the space her collarbone and neck created, lost in her hair. I wondered how long they had been floating without the other, but that didn’t matter now.
Their smiles were fire and their eyes were set; chest to chest they remained in the front of Wetherill—their own little world. I wished I could have stayed longer, it’s not every day you witness something so pure. Their collision reminded me of the true things: the love you have, the company you keep, and the connections you make. Damn, let me tell you -- when I saw them I felt this light ignite inside of me, like I had just been reminded of the very thing I had been trying to remember. Like I had just been woken up or something. It's the everyday repetitions I catch myself falling asleep to, and I don’t like that. I don’t want that. Every day I want my smile to be fire, eyes to be set, in mid-collision. Yes, I choose that.