We’ve all known one. For guys it’s always the one girl who’s always just out of your reach. For girls, it’s the exact opposite. So who is this girl for me? This girl is the epitome of perfection. She is the definition of beauty, lust, mischief and a plethora of other things. So how did it all start? In sophomore year, during lunch, I saw her walking by my table. At the time, I thought nothing of it. But then, in junior year, I had her in my second semester religious studies class. I sat across from her, facing her. Complete beauty. Perfect proportions all around. Although, like many other girls, shorter than me, but nonetheless, stunning. Blonde hair, usually tied in a pony tail. Blueish eyes. Perfect smile. Sexy everything else. I had never mustered up enough courage to talk to her or even say ‘hi’ to her.
For the next couple months, I spent my first period class just glancing back and forth towards her. It was beginning to become a little ridiculous, and I wondered whether or not anyone had ever noticed me doing this, beside my best friend Mike, that is. And then it happened. One morning. I come in to class half asleep as always. I hadn’t looked up at her until about halfway through class. When I do look up… her eyes are a little puffy. She doesn’t look content or indifferent. She looks sad and upset. I push it out of my mind at first, and then I look up once more to see that she’s crying! She has her right hand trying to cover her face from the front of the room while she wipes her tears with the other. She looks up. To this day, I’m not certain whether or not she was looking up at me or in my general direction. Nonetheless, there she is. Tears filling her eyes. They look even more glassy than they did before. I wanted to ask her if she was alright, but there was something when she looked up that told me to back off and not say a word. Perhaps she wanted to be left alone. Later that day, I overheard a few of her friends talking about her. Apparently she had been crying over her now ex-boyfriend. She broke up with him because she thought he was abusive, judging from the seminar we had in the chapel the previous morning. She must’ve told him after school and the effects of it still got to her the next day. Soon after all of that, I discover that she is going back out with him. I’ll never know if he was really abusive or not. But in that brief period of time when I witnessed her cry, I felt as helpless as I will ever feel and yet I had the uncontrollable urge to console her even though I had not met her.
Then the summer arrived. I had not seen her for at least three months. That is until I saw her and my old friend from grade school. My old friend was asking me how I was doing. So I told her I had been doing alright. I told her I went to Lollapalooza for all three days and saw Daft Punk and Muse. But all the while, I stood frozen, unable to look at or even say hi to my dream girl. I don’t exactly understand the problem. But the only kind of expression I gave her was a nod when I said goodbye to my old friend. Oh well. Just another failed attempt at happiness with women for me. Until next time I see her… I don’t know when that will be. She doesn’t seem like the type that would stay close to home for college. So if our paths are meant to cross again, then we will meet again sometime later in life. And if something is meant to happen between us, then it will happen. Until those moments, I suppose I will continue to dream about her. These dreams are filled with happiness and a version of her that I sometimes fail to see. Perhaps the dream version is just that. Only a dream.
Until next time, everyone!
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