Dating : The Stranger I Hope To Dream About

As you walk closer, it seems unfair to me how life would give me such a difficult decision. Whilst I thank whatever fate has crossed my path with yours, I cant help but be enraged by the predicament it puts me in.

As we walk through the busy market and the sky above us is dark, it seems that the stars and moonlight only improves your appearance as your face allows the light to briefly dance across your cheeks and down your chin. As you walk closer the aroma of your fragrant perfume caresses my nose with a scent of power and comfort. The clip clopping of your heels on the pavement that I can only slightly hear over my headphones synchronises with the heartbeat I can feel in my head. Such an opportunity only happens once and I would be shameful to waste it and just as my brain tells me that I still have time to introduce myself, the harsh reality of my hooded top scraping against your leather jacket is a bitter reminder that I am too late and you will be just a memory that I will one day dream about.

Hopefully.