Fantasy 1

Like clockwork, you stroll by everyday. Planted on your face is this expression of determination. It creases the line on your forehead, makes your eyes seem slightly sharper, and makes your strides more forceful. I can never understand why you wear this expression daily. It doesn't make you ugly; I don't think anything could do that to your face. It just makes you look more distant from me.

Not that we were ever close. Though, I wish I had the courage to change that.

You probably have a million other things on your mind. I wish I knew what they were. A lightening bolt of fear strikes me in the core, what if those thoughts are bad? Do you need me? You don't look the type to need a knight in shining armor, but I would like to be yours.

But this is all a fantasy made up in my head. Why would you; strolling by in your broken flip-flops and headphones blocking out the world, ever notice a guy like me? And I'm being a little overly romantic aren't I? Imagining a whirl-wind romance between two people that barely know each other. I guess I'm just as desperate as the rest of the world to find love. Although, when I see you I just can't help seeing that in my head. True love, I only see true love. It's a sickness. There is just something about you. It's in the way that your eyes seem to take in the world in a more profound way. It's in the way your body moves like it's dancing to an ancient song. There is some primal enchantment that sticks to your very presence. And no, it's not just sex. I think this is what soul mates feel when they see the other. It's this instaneous pull towards you that controls my every action.

You think with that kind of power you have over me, I would have talked to you by now. But everyday like clockwork, there you pass. Pressing the crosswalk button and gently swaying to your music waiting for the light to change. You walk off, past the point where I can see you. And everyday, like clockwork, I know I let a chance go.