a.n.d.
t.h.e.r.e.
h.e. w.a.s...
And there he was, Staring into my
eyes as a child stares at candy. He was an image of
perfection. His sea blue eyes were as deep as the ocean,
And, oh, so full of mystery, like a treasure waiting to be
opened. He could win any girl's heart, But he was awaiting
my response to the question. My stomach was churning like
milk in a blender. My heart was beating as if I had just
run a marathon. I was so excited that he asked me, Not just
any girl,but me. All I had to do was get the words out, But
it was hard. His perfection stunned my thoughts, Yet I
managed to reply in a cool manner, The words flowing off my
lips as water flows through a stream. "Sure, you can borrow
my pencil."
~~~>(Chicken soup for the teenage
soul)
