The Stalk

This is my epic love story. It may not be much, but it’s a start. It is something better than I ever expected.

The piano in perfect tempo with all the other instruments began to play ‘Fantasia.’ The dancing was amazing. The dresses swivelling back and forth in all their colours and the tails of the men’s penguin suits flapped in the wind. I wore white. I felt like light in the darkness, but I was the darkness.

But why was I here? Something I’ll never know.

My pen feverishly worked a plethora of words on my once blank page. I was searching for reason, for meaning, for an explanation of what this all meant. I have many thoughts about its meaning. I was never good with decisions. I have always needed that push to the edge, which is why I tend to look at the logistics. I just do. I was searching for a bird I had once saw when I was younger. It was a stalk if I remember clearly. It wasn’t ordinary though. It was light pink. The colour you would see on a baby girl. I saw it the day my younger sister was born. I never thought about it until now, when we were asked to find something you have always wanted to find. Some of my fellow classmates, the shallow ones, decided they want to find that one piece of clothing they would give anything for. One girl in my class is searching for a rock she skimmed in a pond in the park next to her house. It was smooth, violet and perfectly rounded. I respect her.

There are so many pieces of paper, so many photos. I’m searching through my school bag.

What is this?

An invite.

The schools social event of the year: Classical Architecture. Our schools most famous dance. I needed to clear my head. I rented a tux and off I went. It was raining and the colour purple permeated my head. It was aesthetically beautiful.

My stalk was always in the back of my mind, I was always looking.

…

My eyes, do they deceive me?

That girl in my class. The skimming stone. She was wearing a light pink dress, like a baby girl would wear.

“Raven”

She is walking toward me. The rain is gone. Her skin is tinted by the moon. The purple faded away.

“Cassidy”

That moment, that touch.

Bliss.