Goddess

Summary:Jazz Caribou describes his crush in English class.

Story
A goddess.

That was the only way to describe her.

That was the only way to describe how she laughed, the way her face crinkled up and her eyes seemed to dissapear as her smile blinded an entire room. Her smiles were often the most touching things in the universe, when help was needed and reassurance was craved. Her lips were sealed in when the matter was serious, but she could never really hold it for long.

That was the only way to describe how she moved around, her rhythmic patterns that showed her musical tendencies, to her lazy jog when she didn't really want to go anywhere but had to. Her movements were just the right amalgam of suttle and expression, and her unknowing headbops to the beat were just so, so cute.

That was the only way to describe her professionalism on stage. Her musician persona was much different from her high school student persona, the way she just effortlessly kept her voice stable while dancing wowed the audience, mere mortals compared to the excellence that was her. They way she hit high notes as if it was a piece of cake. Her stage presence. Everything about her musical ability.

That was the only to describe her personality. So helpful. So so so kind. Always willing to be a guide through things that came to her so easily but were very hard to the average student. She was so willing to become a mortal for people to feel welcome in her presence. She was so willing to elevate her peers to goddess status for people to feel welcome in her presence, even if it was only metaphorically.

That was the only way to describe everything about her.

And that why I will always live in forever unrequited love, because goddesses do not fraternize with mere mortals.

Signed, an ordinary dancer.