There she sat, my desires in the form of a female. As I stared in a daze, I only reminded myself of my current sentiments. I lost awareness of where I was or what I what I was doing. All I saw was her. She was everything that I could ask God for a woman of my interest to be . Her physical appearance marveled me with every glance. Her body was exceptional, an she had a face that made me wonder how something so beautiful, could be created without extra time. Her looks, however, paled in comparison to her thoughts. She had the most beautiful mind. The way she looked was merely icing on the cake. I was so enamored by her existence; the utterance of her name forced a smile to my face.
*beginning of a story that I’m writing titled, “Thoughts of a Social Reject”