Beautiful angel
I see you in the bookstore, roaming about, glancing at just about anything. A marvelous spectacle of modern elegance, standing at only 5'4", nothing short of amazement. I call you the wondering beauty. My eye's paralyzed on the beautiful locks of golden yellow and brown mixture. I can't believe the beauty, astonished. In my head fantasies play, I stroll by, smoothly ask your name, we talk for awhile, i make you laugh, your smile perpetuates the absurd illusion of perfection. We get coffee, we talk for hours, we become lovers, in bed we are one, multiple orgasms ensue, heaven on earth hardly describes the utopia which has formed in my mind. Kindred spirits, if ever there was such a thing. Months pass, is perfection real? A look in the mirror, a glance of truth. self loathing, pity, depression. I could never be good enough for her.