She didn't make me stumble or catch my breathe but something about her grabbed ahold me.
I wasn't really sure why or how, but I couldn't really shake the idea of what if. Immediately writing it off as just another pretty girl that wouldn't be interested in me we became friends through friends of friends and such...
Fancy shirts, cartoon monsters...late nights shared in badly lit smoky bars. The types of experiences that make up the weekend wars and movie matinee's for the night owls like us...the way the friendships are made in our fantasy lives. Nightlife people are a different breed in that they effectively live two lives. The daylight person may work a 9-5...Selling you your house, teaching your children, maybe cleaning your car, or walking your dog...But when the sun goes down, we change clothes...hairstyles...attitudes. We open up and seek out the others like us.
She was one of those types, all hopes and dreams and motivation. She loved to dance and it was obvious that she equally loved life. Thats all it took :) I was at work today and literally almost tripped at the scent of her hair, her smile...her tight little athletic body that fits against mine so well...
This girl intoxicates me from head to toe and I'm pretty positive she always will...its that feeling that you get when you try a new sport, or discover an instrument and you just know you were meant to play it. That it was something your soul was going to crave for the rest of your days...that peaceful feeling you have when its around...
It was like that...
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