Naturally Beautiful
The first time you and I worked together made me see that you were different. Other girls can talk (and talk, and talk, and talk), and you were just the same in that way. But when you spoke, you had these lights in your eyes and this passion for whatever you were saying. A guy could get lost pretty easily in those eyes.
You stopped by to help Gary install some new machines in the factory. Being one of the best there is at what I do, I helped out all day, side by side, with you. You can imagine how happy I was to do to that.
I already knew you were a great tinker, but somehow you made it all look effortless and natural. I could even get past the grease smeared across your cheek and the sweat you wiped off your forehead with the back of your hand. Everything you did seemed beautiful in a way.
I'll admit that I hurt myself on accident a couple of times that day.
Okay, a lot of times. When I would look up from whatever I was supposed to be doing to see that bright sparkle in your eyes.
It's hard to stay focused when you're around, even when I'm trying so hard to listen to everything you're saying.
"And I think if we just put this big spin-y thing here, it'll reduce the need to manually churn the dust by at least…hmm…forty percent! And that's just one part! We can add this here to rotate the whole mechanism and it will all be controlled by a power source-,"
You get the idea. On and on about your ideas, and all of them brilliant and original and just different.
You weren't like other girls. And that was perfect to me.
