Valentina

And i was in love.

She sat still, amongst the crowd. Parallel to the lines in the sidewalk. She could have been sited from miles away. Hair that curled like a treble clef. Colored brighter than the greatest concerto. Eyes that could shoot you down faster than Vassili Zaitsev.

But had i known. Had i known that this wasn't just the right place at the right time. But had i known that this was the perfect place, and the only time.

And she was in love.

I had caught glimpse of her, before she caught mine. I had forgotten how to step. The grassy courtyard became a difficult terrain to navigate. Blind, i continued. Heart race.

As if from muscle memory, a climber reaching for a ledge to save themselves from falling hundreds of yards. As if she has known me for ever. Her hand grasped my wrist. Eyes locked.

And we're in love

Glass eyes piercing my own. Lips frowned, shapely and bright, as if they where stolen right from Marilyn Monroe's face. Her words weak, trembled as she sung them.

"I love you."

Kruller

My own personal Autobahn. Not a soul to see in either lane. As if Moses himself parted traffic just for my wreckless speeds. On any other day id have ended up stuck behind a pretentious right-wing prius driver. Or if my luck had any say, beside such an idicotic creature who decides to merge into the side of a SUV double their size. Stay on point, on the line, no distractions.