A Sunday GD

I hadn't seen her in like a month. And she noticed.

She caught me, and chased me, and called me.

We talked for nonsensical five minutes.

Her hands were lovely as ever, softer than never.

Her nervousness was sweet in that shy way.

I can't forgive her hands, or forget her arms, or foresee her hair, or forsake her flat, neverending belly just punctuated by a most Gaussian button; or forestall her nape stopping my heart but at least I forelooked her legs an afternoon I forgot.

Her smile was the same smile that has always brought me back to life.

Her voice is perfect.

Then, as we were saying goodbye

"Miss, do you have some time to spare at the moment? I would love to invite you for some ice cream."

Her eyes brightening, she accepted.

She chose the biggest.

I was the happiest man in the universe.

She knew it.