Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize is mine.
We met at a bar, when everything was pain. She floated towards me, held out her tiny, tiny hand and asked me to dance. There wasn't any music on, and so I said it to her; but she just smiled, as if she knew something I didn't.
When a soft ballad began to play on the old jukebox, I knew something was off.
I took her hand and got up; I haven't realized, until that moment, how much smaller than me she was. Everything about her seemed small, from her short hair to her slim hips. She looked like a faerie from a children's book.
She was beautiful.
Slowly, I started to return her smile. What's your name, I asked her.
"I'm Alice." My smile grew as I lifted her hand and kissed it.
"I'm pleased to meet you, Alice. I'm Jasper." She smiled that same knowing little smile.
"I know."
And we were dancing.