55. A Sweet, Temporary Smile Is What I Got From You.

This girl, I met her. We talked, I listened, I breathed and soaked her in.

What I realize now is that I don't want her figured out.

I want her left as a vague occurrence in my life.

Like a photograph fluttering in the wind; you don't try to understand how that came to be, but you really like how it floats and swerves, floats and swerves, floats and swerves.