The Eyes of Perfection

Sitting here, all alone, when a pretty girl catches my eye as she’s walking by. I want to taste her sweet lips. I want to embrace her in my arms. There is a glimmer in her eye. A glimpse in my direction. I sit here wondering, did I really just catch the eye of absolute perfection? A brief smile, that makes my heart skip a beat. I try jumping to my feet, to follow in the direction of such a pretty girl. She could be the one to change my life. She could be the one that saves me from myself. She could be the one to make me whole. Then, I stop. As I think to myself, what in the world would such a girl see in me? I set my feet, to save myself from yet another rejection, as I watch my embodiment of perfection walk away. I watch as all my life’s dreams, as all that I ever wanted, just walks down the street. As my life just walks away, and my heart skips yet another beat. Then a sudden burst of bravery. An eruption of unknown emotions. As I start chasing after her. I listen to the thunder beneath my feet, as they pound upon the pavement. Thoughts of what to say begin running through my head. Once I catch up to her, all my preparations were in vain, just the sight of seeing her pretty face made them all escape my brain. A stumbling over words, with an anxious sickening feeling while waiting for that feared reply. Then a surprise, as I get a smile and a yes, while I gaze into the eyes of Perfection.