Point in Time

A Story by AnkoStone

But at one point she had chosen me.

At one point the girl who had made my knees grow weak and ocean eyes water and cry out in the night for a love I craved but unsure I ever truly owned, chose me.

And it was I who got to witness her dance as if she was alone, and hear a laugh she hidden from those who could only dream of a joy that she held in hazel eyes.

And it was I that got to hold hands that could have pointed me down the wrong path and I would have begged to follow anyways.

And in everyone I meet, I search for that. I’ve scanned my way through life desiring to once again be a part of a universe so complex and beautiful that strangers couldn’t help from craving, but I cannot recapture what she had opened me up to. I cannot hold onto the song she sung without making a tune.

At one point I had been a part of the world she so flawlessly put together for herself and managed without an effort. You could not imagine the stories this girl held in her and told through the way she walked and how she held her head. And for a glimmer of a moment, I was a part of that world. I was a part of that story.