I saw the love of my life yesterday, he’s as gorgeous and handsome I’m person as he is in pictures. God he’s everything, ok obviously I didn’t try to make my pressance known. I’m not good enough. And if he looked my way I’m sure he’d look past me. By just looking at him, he looks gentleman like, dapper dean type. I want him badly, any where near me. Close enough to smell his long locks and feel the heat of his resperation… he’s just a fantasy I’ll keep alive in my dreams when I feel lonely cause he actually even gave me any attention.
I’d thought of this happening time and time again and I wish there would have been dialong, but you know how shit goes infatuated girl seeks her prince time and time after loves being loved always left lonely and anyone who loves me I love them to a certain extent or atleast I make myself believe I do.
Mr. Right I’m still impatiently waiting here.