Notice

I didn’t notice her before…but now I do.


The shiny strands of gold in her silky brown hair.


Tiny crinkles between her eyebrows when she frowns.


Her passion for neatness.





Once I focus on her, I can’t take my eyes from my newest obsession. Ever.


I need to know everything about her.


Her past. Her present.


The way she takes her coffee.


Exactly how she smells after a spritz of perfume in the mornings.





She’s perfect in every way and I was blind.


But, God, now do I see.





I notice the organized way she arranges her clothes in her closet.


How she visits the same market each Saturday.


The sounds of her breathing as I lie beneath her bed in silence.





Violet is mine.


She just doesn’t know it yet.