I met the girl I wrote the poem about.
She was absolutely more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.
Gorgeous she is, my heart was ready to shout.
However, I felt so tortured and my mind was maddened.
Not at the fact the event had happened in a tea shop,
But because I could did not have that guts to ask for her number.
As tormenting it was, she did give a name that she goes by.
Oh, that's right, I have not explained the incident!
I was on a duty and that was to quench a thirst of tea.
As I had walked into the shop, it was not dissonant.
I looked around in the shop, I then saw thee.
She was sitting down at a table alone at the time.
I, however, do not possess such a courage to give her company.
As pity it was, I went ahead and order the drink.
Oddly enough, the shop was empty.
with the exception of the workers, as well as her and I.
With that, there was no line so I walked to the cashier in a hefty
Manner. I ask the cashier, "what is the most exotic drink that can please the eye?"
and the cashier did not respond, or should I say I could not hear her words.
Her voice was rather quiet and hard to understand.
it was rather irritating but I kept my cool.
I had ordered two drinks for some friends.
But I had hit a stump without knowing what to get myself.
Then she gets in the non-existent line and bends
To see why I was struggling. My mind was busted for thinking what to get itself.
But when I took noticed of her I had flustered and apologized.
I told her, " I want to try something exotic could you please help me?"
She kind of laughed, and proceeded to help me.
And she did help me, I felt like I was in the way of her presence.
Even though she most likely didn't feel that, I did for I felt like I was holding up a line that felt like it was leading to the outside door.
But eventually, we both had got our drinks and sat at a window seat with the sun's essence.
Of course I tried to make conversation, but I think I failed very poor
Like. Her friend did show up, and I felt like I should make haste
And so I left.
Within the conversation she did give me a name, and the name she calls herself is "Shay."
This is a true event where I do explain what I feel. It feels all over the place because it is how I felt at time. Although , this had happened a week ago, I can still feel the feelings today. Weirdly enough, I sometimes still wonder if I will ever bump into her again one day.