One month

Four weeks

Twenty eight days.

A lifetime in a moment, two heartbeats in a second.

First week of the semester you were there

Skating in and out of my vision.

I noticed, but didn't pause

You were there, and I was here.

Gazes that could have met passed by each other

Leaves on a tree half caressed by the wings of a butterfly.

Lingering thoughts not yet completed

Awaiting another time.

The leaves fall, creating a ripple in the ocean.

Another week passes.

We meet through a mutual friend.

Breaths caught, bodies strung tight

But played off ever so coolly. 

Nothing was resolved

And the ripple becomes a wave.

The third week comes

A deep breath, held tight

Released when my finger hits the "Request Friend" button.

Facebook stays awake throughout the night

Until, finally,

"Zen has accepted your friend request"

A burst of laughter explodes from my heart,

Spluttering to a halt

Stricken by the message that aimed straight for it.

And so the final week begins.

Shy touches creep into existence

Lips find their home on the other person's soul

Our hands fumble clumsily together.

The wave furls into a typhoon

Bringing me to you.

Gazes now meet

Thoughts become words.

'Are you really mine?'

Becomes a common theme nowadays.

Even if my wings were to spread,

They'd inevitably lead me back to you.

We are bound by a red string, you and I, 

My butterfly effect.