offer it up

So when the sky is falling, don't look outside your window.

There has to be fate. There just has to. Why else can two strangers make eye contact from across a room, and know that without a doubt they are meant to be friends? Why is it that someone can repeatedly reappear in another's life, even when they are trying desperately to stay away?

And why is it that there are these beautiful moments where someone you hardly know, a complete and total stranger, a face, a name, a meaningless existence to you-- can walk by and take with them every breath you had, so that you are left staring silently and gawking?

Well i am not that foolish, shy, embaressed little girl i was before. You can't take the breath from my lungs so easily as the last time you came around.

But i still remember every second with you. You still command my everything with the blink of an eye.

So here is my offer.
Let's skip the awkward conversation, and the slow get-to-know-each-other's. And go straight to the part where we're exactly what each other needs.