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When Time Stood Still

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Clark Reflection Series - Prompt: 

What happens when “Time Stands Still”? Take some time to reflect upon moments in your life when time has stopped. What or who caused/causes time to stand still for you? How did you feel in that moment, and what have you learned or realized from that experience?

Response: 

The first boy I fell in love with had the bluest of eyes, curly curly hair, & mini pecas all over his face.
Yeah, I know.
Dreamy.
He took me on this date to Gruene once.
We ate at the Gristmill, got some ice cream from the corner store, walked around boutiques.
You know, all that cheesy stuff.
At one of these massively expensive boutiques, Johnny Cash came on. 

 And we stopped. 

 He pulled me in close and we danced.
Even though he never danced.
We slow danced without fear or all the "You break it, you buy it" signs.
Slow danced while I stared into his 
beautiful and he into my quite ordinary eyes. 

 And time stopped.
So calmly and quietly stopped. 

 But with you 

 Every single time you kissed me, time stopped.
Whether it was with passion, in routine, out of habit, out of anger, it stopped.
Stopped so abruptly.
Like disrupting every little thing in my mind
In my heart.
Throwing my entire freaking world for a wildly uncontrollable spin 

 Yet, stopping it.

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