i am and always will be the optimist, the hoper of far-flung hopes, and the dreamer of improbable dreams...

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she never truly knew how to feel 
around him. 
what to say 
(breath was the most common
word that 
reeled through her mind) - 

she had heard multiple times
that it was mandatory
to know every detail 
about 
"the one"
memorized and imprinted
on your mind: 

but for her, that wasn't the 
case. 

it was the tinest of things. 
when she looked 
back
her memories weren't composed of
hair color
or dimples
or eyes
(in fact, 
eye contact 
was something she had been
deathly afraid of) 
but -
it was his laugh: 
oh, that laugh! 
sticky with richness
& aliveness 
& passion
(which she would do
anything to hear) -
it set a spark
& built a fire;
released her far-flung hopes
into the the sea; 
& sent her impossible dreams 
adrift
into the midnight sky. 

in the end
all she knew of him
was his smile
that dug roots into her heart
until she realized
one had crept over her 
lips.
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a bit of fiction || a pinch of truth
the scribblings of the dreamer of improbable dreams
xx