I was in a daze, you could almost say it was like a fishbowl effect.

The world felt obtuse and round and I felt bloated meandering within it.

I would step foot over painted white over green.

Cross it and down the porous steps of off-white stained with red dust to see him.

He had black hair that reminded me of ravens.

Oh, I loved the black hair.

And he would stare down at his little phone, the device merely a trinket to sate his bated interest.

The silver letters of the brand would gleam at me and I'd poke my head around, always trying to spook him.

It never worked.

And in turn, the sharp eyed boy - soon to be a man - would turn his head as if on a swivel, expecting me.

Always expecting me and I'd smile, jerk back as if in surprise.

No.

Never surprise.

I just loved how he smiled at me.

Delicious, beautiful, handsome and alluring V.

Probably a devil.

I already signed my life away. I even dotted it with a heart.

Beautiful, beautiful, cunning man.

Dappled nose, crisp long-sleeve shirts, buttoned to the height of a throat.

Quirky smile, like that of a man fresh from a robbery and unscathed.

I would spend my evenings and late late after noons floating away with him.

Blissfully, floating away.

I would.

I did.

And then like a dream,

I danced along with him.

Hard to believe I danced so far.

I love it how we waltzed to life together.

I still do.

We still do.

I think you're my trouvaille, the luckiest thing that's ever happened to me.

I didn't go searching for our love to happen, but now you're the only one I see.

I really truly believe that God put you in my life for a reason,

and sometimes it feels like it was to make up for all the hurt I've been through in other seasons.

But whatever the reason, I'm so glad you're mine now.

I can't imagine a world where you're not around.

You're the five leaf clover, the accidental chess win, the five dollar bill on the empty sidewalk.

You're always there for me, and I'll be honest, I'm still kind of in shock.

I've never been with anyone that makes me feel like I won the lottery more,

but I've also never fully believed that someone loved me before.

I love you so much that this word immediately made me inhale,

because the first thing I thought I thought about was you when I learned the word trouvaille.

The bus is a cloud

The city is a cloud

The theater is a cloud

Slowly the lights darkened above me.

I could only see the silhouettes of my friends and teacher as I looked around

Soon the spotlight speckled out like a sun ray and that was all I could see

I felt myself floating among the clouds

My joy and excitement in my head, loud

As the opening notes played in my ears

The songs and actors relieved my fears

The show whipped before me like the wind

I giggled like the sun and sobbed like the rain

The clouds of watchung 'Hamilton' live calm my brain again