Could you call it a bit of a drag? You're staring at a 15.5-inch screen for most of the day, leafing and scrolling through boring, familiar websites. A painfully stunning woman you've had the fortune to set your eyes on sits within three feet of you, and if you wanted – rather if you had the gall – you could stretch your hand and touch her cheeks.
Alas, I won't, because I ran out of ideas about anything with the first three seconds of sensing her near me. Every time she shuffles her hair, each time she sits cross-legged, her massive, universe-sized spectacles, her stubby little nose, that smile as wide as the Atlantic, just thinking about all of it makes me happy. A bit sad too. Because all of it is tantalizingly near, and yet, things feel like they are hovering like a flying saucer just, jusst out of reach. I'll have to throw a hook at it and pull it closer, I suppose.
There's something ballsy about the way she looks right into your eyes. It's not a quality that many people, let alone women are blessed with. And when you look right back into those deep, dark-brown eyes, it sends a current right through the centre of your being. It feels like she's gauging if you have the cojones to hold the stare. And that reassurance in knowing that you do, is absolutely elating.
If you ever get a chance, look her in the eye, preferably when she's absolutely lost her temper; I've had that privilege far too often. But you'll notice an almost endearing asymmetry of her face. In the interest of suddenly changing topics, I am a bit scared of her. Scared that she thinks I'll cause her harm, which perhaps she knows isn't possible.
But what do you do to win the heart of the girl who has been overwhelming your senses for two years straight? I've been fortunate to a massive extent for my friends who have done all the bidding that they could have on my behalf. But right now, I feel blank as a starch-white sheet of paper about what I should do next, or if I should do anything at all.
What confounds me, even more, is the fact that I find her so debilitatingly attractive. A bunch of my friends say that she isn't much in the way of beauty (Hey, blind fuckers), she wears clothing that's as simple as can be, and neither can her scent be even a smidge more subtle.
Is it her energetic walk, her bouncy 'Hallo', her round, delicate face, lush, curly hair? Bloody hell, I've run out of my capacity to observe. Are our fascinations that inexplicable that you can't put them into words? Or that's a skill I'll have to learn among a dozen others.
Maybe, just maybe, it's the things that we don't understand that draw us the most.
Alas, I won't, because I ran out of ideas about anything with the first three seconds of sensing her near me. Every time she shuffles her hair, each time she sits cross-legged, her massive, universe-sized spectacles, her stubby little nose, that smile as wide as the Atlantic, just thinking about all of it makes me happy. A bit sad too. Because all of it is tantalizingly near, and yet, things feel like they are hovering like a flying saucer just, jusst out of reach. I'll have to throw a hook at it and pull it closer, I suppose.
There's something ballsy about the way she looks right into your eyes. It's not a quality that many people, let alone women are blessed with. And when you look right back into those deep, dark-brown eyes, it sends a current right through the centre of your being. It feels like she's gauging if you have the cojones to hold the stare. And that reassurance in knowing that you do, is absolutely elating.
If you ever get a chance, look her in the eye, preferably when she's absolutely lost her temper; I've had that privilege far too often. But you'll notice an almost endearing asymmetry of her face. In the interest of suddenly changing topics, I am a bit scared of her. Scared that she thinks I'll cause her harm, which perhaps she knows isn't possible.
But what do you do to win the heart of the girl who has been overwhelming your senses for two years straight? I've been fortunate to a massive extent for my friends who have done all the bidding that they could have on my behalf. But right now, I feel blank as a starch-white sheet of paper about what I should do next, or if I should do anything at all.
What confounds me, even more, is the fact that I find her so debilitatingly attractive. A bunch of my friends say that she isn't much in the way of beauty (Hey, blind fuckers), she wears clothing that's as simple as can be, and neither can her scent be even a smidge more subtle.
Is it her energetic walk, her bouncy 'Hallo', her round, delicate face, lush, curly hair? Bloody hell, I've run out of my capacity to observe. Are our fascinations that inexplicable that you can't put them into words? Or that's a skill I'll have to learn among a dozen others.
Maybe, just maybe, it's the things that we don't understand that draw us the most.
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