Meeting you, led a dejected… depressed man… clamoring for love and attention, on a date with a scintillating, long legged mature woman, atop an elegant roof that mirrored she.
As the moon rose into view, his eyes looked beyond the beauty of the night, pivoting toward her when she did not see. For, with a magnanimous smile, did she light up the night. His attraction for her grew like light that travels in the flip of a switch, as butterflies formed in his belly.
Time was absent, the night cool, as droplets of rain fell on the bubble that was she and he. The moment was picturesque, painted with the finest brushes in the most detailed colors either two had seen. It was two open hearts, teetering on chance with only the safety net of hope beneath them.