When Time Stood Still

The room was loud, but I heard nothing. A hundred faces blurred to air and color— then there was you. Just you.

The clock forgot its ticking, my breath caught mid-rise, and all the noise turned cotton-soft like a dream pretending to be real.

Your eyes met mine— not long, just enough to spark the kind of forever they write songs about.

I don’t remember what came next— the lights, the words, the rest of that day— but I remember you.

How you stood still, or maybe I did, as the world spun quietly around us and my heart rewrote its rhythm.

You left, but that first glance never did.

Even now, in crowds or quiet, that moment lives— untouched by time, unmoved by change, still perfect, still burning, still you.