I can see her, she is surrounded in a haze. I know she is there however I just can’t make out who she truly is. What she really looks like. I am approaching her with foggy vision yet I know she is remarkable. I can sense it as if I have a sixth sense. There is just something about her. Something about that hazy aura she is giving off. It shimmers from her skin like it belongs.
Do you ever envision the girl of your dreams? Have you met her? Did you pass her on the sidewalk or in the grocery store? Who knows as doubtful as it is maybe you saw her at a bar or club. I wonder how many amazing women I pass by everyday just doing the mundane aspects of life.
It’s hilarious how you have no problem talking to girls out at the bar since it just seems acceptable there. Almost like you have an open invitation since you are out at a nightly venue. Yet during the day you are so shy. You feel like you are invading her space. You feel like if she rejects you it is some faux pas. If she rejects you what if you see her again will there be some sort of embarrassing feeling.
I remember back when I first started keeping this journal. One of the things I wrote about was regrets. Now sure we all pass many beautiful women almost every day. But still if you see that one you know the one I wrote about in the first paragraph shouldn’t you do everything in your power to talk to her. I mean even if you look like a jackass wouldn’t that be better than walking about cursing yourself for not saying anything.
I don’t recall seeing the girl in the first paragraph, at least not in real life. Who knows maybe she only exists in my head. I seem to think she is out there though. I want to meet her. I want to see her.
Where is she…