Unspoken

it was the first day of summer. the air was warm and the breeze was easy.
she came in as if it was nothing special.
it was anything but.
he saw her across the room, his saliva caused him to swallow uneasily. there was no fuzzy feeling. in fact, it felt like he was hit by a '97 ranger. he froze, standing awkwardly in a place where people don't stand. their eyes met, she smiled.
he stopped breathing.
he forced a hand into the air, and ordered it to sway back and forth sublty.
she continued walking and living- his world as he knew it just ended.
this is love.
this was love.
this is life.