To See Her

So.
Time to see her.
At 2:48pm.
 
    Wake up (4:00).
    Constant strutting.
    Nails chewed.
    Overthinking. 
    Stress-eating. 
    2 hour shower.
    :):(:):(:):(:) (whatever that is)
    4 kilograms of Dad's cologne.
    8 kilograms of Mom's hair cream.
    Overthinking.
    Should I cancel?
    Overthinking.
       Overthinking.
            Overthinking.
................  
Arrived.
   I'm a grown man.
   I can do this.
   No biggie.

        Filled with fake confidence 
        Walking around.
        Chest inflated.
        Humming a tune.
        Soldier-like posture.
 ................      
See her in the distance.
  All.
  Hell.
  Breaks.
  Loose.
         Confidence dissipated.
         Legs stiff.
         Chest deflated.
         Nervous mutters to myself.
         Ragdoll posture.
     

She's in front of me.
Oh no
   Oh 
       No
          Oh
             No
                Oh-
        
 But then...she smiles and...






              .Silence.Peace.Serenity.

My mind devoid of anything but her
            Wow he's ethereal.
            Wow her smile could illuminate midnight.
            Wow she makes any clothes gleam. 
            Wow her skin looks like silk.
            Wow her galaxy-like eyes.
            Wow her - 
Wait is her mouth moving?
Uh oh 
Uhhhh 
 "Sorry, did you say something?"
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