09.27
Last night “she” came to see me again.
But it’s always such a brief visit. She drives past and quickly looks away. She walks past in the isle in the store but I can’t seem to get her to make eye contact.
I keep telling myself “if only this wasn’t a dream”. I would walk up to her and introduce myself, I would catch her eye and smile at her. And every once in a while she does turn to look. My heart flutters and I think “here is my chance!” I walk over to her and she is smiling at me.
She is so beautiful. My heart melts. I open my mouth to tell her how lovely she is and introduce myself…….
But before I can get the first word out, I wake up. And I am alone in my bed with the sound of @mydogdiesel‘s bark ringing through my head. FINE! I’LL FUCKIN GET UP AND LET YOU OUT!! Shit! As the minutes pass, the memory of “her” and what she looks like fade away and I am alone. So I head to work and try to make a day of it.
One day I will meet the real “her”, I just wish that day would hurry up and get here.
Wow, friend, I’m actually a little speechless. Impressive and speechless in a positive way. really nice to see this side of you.
Wow…..that was really beautiful. I am sure you will find her someday…
Practically poetry … and from a self-confessed asshole no less (someone has to pop your ego before your head gets too big).
Thanx guys! Ya’ll are the best.
You are very welcome
[...] If ’she’ exists I certainly haven’t met her. Whether she exists or not is also an unanswered question. I am not pessimistic enough to rule out the possibility. I am also not silly enough to spend a bunch of time worrying about who she is and when I will meet her. And unless I do meet ‘her’ then I am not in any hurry to settle down. There are plenty of things to keep me busy in the meantime. I wrote a recent blog about ‘her’ on my own blog. It is HERE. [...]