A story

Imagine a day in late September. A day so imperfectly perfect in every way.
Consider a girl. A girl almost hopeless.
Almost.

Then the sun gives way to the stars as she applies her lip gloss and sprays her perfume. Unexpectant. Unobserved.

Her phone sounds, a beep informing her a message awaits. Excitedly, always excitedly she grabs it and her eyes begin to pour over the words, with every letter they capture her.
Her heart... it lifts. It beats harder, faster, louder.
She resists the urge to jump in the air, but only for a second.
She jumps.
Disappointments of yesteryears still hang like mist in her mind.
Let’s just wait and see...

And she saw.
This girl, she saw her dreams, her life. She saw everything in the boy.
The boy with the dark hair and the darker countenance.

She found something.
What Tiffany’s was to Holly Golightly, what she searched for, a place to buy furniture for, a reason to give the cat a name.
A home.

In her 22nd year in the world,
She discovered the world.
The beauty of him was indescribable.
She would never forget that night, she knew, or that face, or what she was wearing.

The remarkable boy put his spell on that unsuspecting girl.
And she knows, like she knew, they would live happily ever after.