bragi

Last night in my dreams I saw a girl who I had known for a very long time. All my life. She was my smile and hers. Her hair fell neatly around her face, the edges curving to touch her cheeks just before her perfect chin. It was brown-blonde. She rested her head on the back of her hands, and shared a look with me through her large eyes, and I was in love. This was the first and forever time I had seen her, and she was everything and butterflies. I awoke, and I mourned, for I could not find her; she had gone. I knew her whole and I knew her reflection, and then I knew her eyes and smile only, and then nothing at all. It had passed, and I was alone again. Who was she. Could I find her. This was all, and all was her.