Momentum Girl.

(dedicated for those who wait.)

She walks on the sight of grace in plain feeling.
step on the tricky stones of attention vigorously without even notice the shake. she’s in that pace. the hold-me-not pace. steadily actuated by the motivation of being there, the place she know. where the seat of glory is waiting for her. to be grabbed. she’s so focused like in her parallel universe she were there. nothing can stop her momentum nor shake her focus.

She never even stop at any romance checkpoint.

She knew her surrounding matters still.
that is very why she care to give her precious glimpse. she’s always humble on any wave of encouragement or the warm greet. alas, she always missed my hi-there smile. damn. still, i send her passed through with glad feeling smirk. as a genuine looser, i keep hi-ing her. not a fan like, just adoring her attitude, kinda. i happen to like anybody like that; on pursuit, always constant in feeling.

Oddly enough, she stood in front of me today.
greet me softly before she kill me with that deep brown eye stare. blew me into pieces with that bomb of concern question. she even care to let me be in her shoes by telling me her small secret. about she actually noticed me and point her radar on me all these years but kind of waiting for me to make a move first. fak. am i on the dreamland? i pinched my consciousness few times silently. idiotically nice, i just replied short on every dialog changed between us. cutting every lifeline of chances eh? i cursed myself at the moment she left, leaving me wrecked slowly.

There she goes again, on her very own momentum lane.