Love I

A Story by MattW

Yeah this was from way back...

Love.

So i lay here today wondering, why her? Almost the exact opposite of me, I find myself thinking about her every waking and sleeping hour of the day.

I thought I had felt love before, but I was sadly mistaken. What was it about her? Her eyes?- which enchanted and mesmerized me even through grainy photographs? Her Perfect, silky smooth hair which i dreamed of kissing? Or maybe it was simply the way she spoke...

That is actually probably what did it for me. I remember the first time i saw her face, through pictures on Facebook. I found nothing special in her face, In fact I had thought she looked quite ordinary. How stupidly, hopelessly wrong I was.

I find it quite humorous- In a cosmic sort of way - that i managed to fall so hopelessly- soundly; irrevocably in love with her after seeing her only once in person. I remember watching her come into the house and thinking; Wow, she’s cute... Once again, hopelessly wrong.

I remember I found my eyes searching for her, hating myself for it. I remember wondering how I should go talk to her... What could I say... At this point I was undecided, still wondering, watching...

I remember how she unintentionally sealed my heart for herself. All it took were two sentences.

“It was nice meeting you. Bye.”

It was strange; the way hearing her voice was like seeing the sun for the first time.

So I find myself lying here wondering, Why me? She won’t ever choose me... She’s much too good for me...

But I can still Hope...

And Dream...