you

overall, you kept your days busy, from morning yoga all the way to the night whisky. your friends, they're nothing like you. nothing at all . your so down to earth, so passionate about what you do . so focused . and they, all they do is drink and talk about their pathetic rich lives, that of course comes along with their daddy issues and divorced parents. they always get what they want . stupid , rich , spoilt. and of course, you work at a school. elementary to be exact. you teach grade two. you love to write stories, poems. about love, about the glove, that the dream man picked up for you after a night out. the night you took the wrong route. and somehow, that wasn't your life. wasn't your story. that wasn't you . and i may have done a little too much snooping, but there was a bomb that needed diffusing, and you were the key to my heart not exploding. so one night, when you were out with your spoilt friends, i stalked you. you first, then me . after all, ladies first . you ordered booze, and you drank. while i sat there , watching you fall off the face of reality. now , there was more to you than the world could see, odette. your a not-so distant memory . the pretty face, polite manners , and the goody two shoes appearance. inside lay a sad, old soul, waiting to let go of the bad day it just had. and as i followed you and u flagged a cab, i was the only one who noticed you, almost get stabbed. i run forward, and grabbed you by your hand, and i yanked you away, and chased the man. he was gone before you knew it, and you looked me in the eye . " i know you " your soft , gentle , warm voice questioned . i tried to be subtle, act confused, then pretended like it clicked " oh yes, the girl from the cafe.... odette , is it ?" i said and you smiled at me . that sweet warm smile of yours. and that. that was our first moment. a crucial component, in our epic love story.