Truth Be Told

He was seated, oblivious to anything and everything. From the corner of his eye he saw her, like a rare comet that passes in the night sky, once in a lifetime. She was color in his otherwise black and white world. "Don't blink, visions like these are one in a million." Now approaching him, he stood breathless. His heart pounded as their hands met for the first time. She spoke, her voice was soft and reassuring, yet it penetrated his sole like a swift well-placed arrow. "Speak now, but what do you say to perfection?" Something muttered, "but for the life of me, it's all but a blank phrase in his memory." Time. Change. While time has passed, and many things have changed, she's still the rare comet in his sky and the color in his world. Truth be told, if you look closely whenever they meet, you'll see that she still takes his breath away and increases the rhythm of his heart beat.