there was this young woman I met. Maybe two years ago. Celluloid lust brought us in distant contact, then aligned our eyes and minds all at once. A slow, gradual understanding erupted from nowhere. A friend, a companion. Standing there together through the years of our lives in which we were lost. Thoughts mangled in the ivory vines of life and maturity. Struggling to find a fresh breath of air in a world drowning us beneath the murky waters of conformity. The thought of our moments are nostalgic and refreshing. A friendship unlike any I had ever encountered. Discussions containing no limits. Imaginations knowing no boundaries. Free souls flowing for an eternity. A friend. A real friend. A mutual understanding. A pair of minds on par with one another. Not a girl who stole my heart, but one who stole my mind.