A Love in Colours: Sky Blue

The breathtaking blue sky seemed to go on forever in every direction. Kites were being flown by fathers and their kids, adult birds were returning to their nests mouthing worms to feed their young ones, and thin, wispy clouds remained as a distant reminder of the rains of the previous few days. This spring afternoon featured a sky that was almost surreal, the kind that one could lay on the grass and stare up at for hours upon hours, which they did. They lay there, saying but a word, lost in the blueness of the sky, next to each other, the only people in the universe.

His heart had just skipped a beat and he finally fully understood the seriousness of the often overused cliche. She was stunningly beautiful and he was at a loss for words. He was not panicking as he was certain that after a short period of time he would either find his words again or they him. He was also silently cursing himself for misusing and abusing the word "beautiful" on countless other occasions when referring to nice looking girls whom he previously had anointed with the highest level of physical praise when he should have been reserving it solely for this rare type of woman that he previously had only seen in his imagination. His eyes darted away, he quickly pinched himself in four separate locations in quick succession and then slowly looked back just to make sure that it wasn't some sort of small, localized mirage appearing in front of his history lecture room at the university. Who was she, he wondered? A visiting lecturer from some far-away pristine land of beaches of white sand? A new student whose main purpose in life was to prove to all other students that it was indeed possible to possess both highly advanced neurological proclivity as well as perfect skin and flowing hair? A sign that he both needed new glasses and had zero interest in filling the prescription if this was the result? Regardless, he needed to meet her and ask her about her noticeable lack of any skin blemishes, to know her name and favourite drapery patterns and to take her out for an evening of fine dining, whispering by candlelight and the taming of wild horses if that happened to come up organically. Time seemed to stand still. He had been stuck there, watching her from a far, and almost missed his chance as she started to walk towards the bus loop, but thankfully as he began to fall in her direction as if felled by a large axe, he put one foot in front of the other as his parents taught him during his formative years and he ran after her.

She was not looking to meet someone, or at least she had convinced herself of this after writing lines saying this all weekend, No, she had learned the hard way what happened when she allowed herself to be distracted by all of the cute, hunky guys who made her jaw drop and almost walk into walls only narrowly missing as she had to stop walking due to the pain in her slightly dislocated jaw. With her newfound focus, she strode towards her first class of the new school year and what an interesting class it had been. Proud of herself for both not making a fool of herself too profoundly on the first day and for leaving that door open just in case she decided to strategically act the fool in the future, she left the class and saw him. He was adorably trying not to stare at her by pretending to read a book that he was holding upside down or he was actually reading the book upside down and was just showing off his skills. She instantly remembered that he had spoken up in class a few times and was clearly quite bright as well as doing something in his free time, she wasn't quite sure what, that made his muscles fill out his shirt just so. She briefly contemplated sashaying over there and either saying hi or kissing him with such force that he would either need medical attention or be interested in grabbing a coffee sometime. He was quite cute and she had a soft spot for cute guys that was sort of like the top of a cantaloupe when it was perfectly ripe - she quickly made plans to buy a cantaloupe on the way home for a refreshing mid-afternoon snack. He clearly seemed interested and she prayed that he would make his move. After waiting as long as she could and running out of ways to seem occupied while standing facing a nearly empty bulletin board, she decided to go home, as staying there any longer and he would think she was a little too interested in the empty wall. It was only the first day of class, she reminded herself, there was lots of time to get to know him.