Symposium: First Encounter

I addressed my significant other blankly having no regard for her as I let my mind wander off enough to make me forget her presence. I must confess that I had no inkling who I was talking to since my memory failed to glimpse the future and construct and recognize my muse. She had a joy for living, permitting every grain to absolve and agitate in array justifying the beauty of the commonplace. I've always considered biases to be utter weakness until I saw how she draws it with art. A true Napoleon she was. The moon in her smile doesn't sufficiently describe the lily white she possess. But the contours were distinctly visible - exceptionally bright. She had this brown eyes.. You know, the kind that comes with the warmth of that color. All these details I observed afterwards. And folks, that was  how I learnt how to breathe.