You’ll see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you’re just a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air, and when you sleep, you’ll think about the way her eyes stayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.
She will look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath, and when she hugs you, her eyes will scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths and minds that could somehow give you away.
When she’s curled up on your lap, shaking with mismatched breaths, you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms, like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.
In half-light, she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor, and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4AM when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.
You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips, and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames when your body is made of paper.
You’ll stare God right in the eyes and tell Him that if loving her was a sin, then you want no place in Heaven with Him. Because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.