There she is, reading a book she had been hooked on. She zoned out of reality and immersed herself in her own private little space. I can't help but look.
"What?" She asks, every time she catches me staring at her.
"What? Nothing"
Little does she know that I'm not only staring because of her mesmerizing beauty, but because of her existence. Because she's too good to be true. Because she's so surreal. Because I can't believe that the girl of my dreams is right in front of me-- the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. And yet she wonders why I stare at her, gazing upon those eyes that hold the universe, and I'm just about to get lost in them.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
There she is, reading a book she had been hooked on. She zoned out of reality and immersed herself in her own private little space. I can't help but look.
"What?" She asks, every time she catches me staring at her.
"What? Nothing"
Little does she know that I'm not only staring because of her mesmerizing beauty, but because of her existence. Because she's too good to be true. Because she's so surreal. Because I can't believe that the girl of my dreams is right in front of me-- the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. And yet she wonders why I stare at her, gazing upon those eyes that hold the universe, and I'm just about to get lost in them.
