It all started in 2001 when I met a man who I love to meet. It couldn’t have been going easier, well, that is until he and I were face-to-face with each other. My world was turned upside down, and I was speechless. He just took my breath away, and I believe he was drop-dead gorgeous.
We bumped into each other sometimes during the day. It was always “hi, how are you?” and “nice day isn’t it, ma’am/sir?” Stuff like that. And it would be all awkward. My gosh, I would get all sweaty and nervous, starting to shake and have a dry mouth. I wish that we could be together, but somehow, it isn’t going as planned.
My world somehow comes crashing down when our eyes lock, his eyes are greenish-blue, and mine are hazel. It’s just fate when I am around him. I don’t have the balls to fucking say, “tell me, baby, do you love me?” Never mind that. I am just rambling on and on. I wish we could someday be together.
Oh, woe is me! I am just a woman, and he’s a man that I love. We’re nothing more than friends. I want to have this hubba-hubba and be his wife. There isn’t anything else I could say.
Maybe someday we’ll be together. Oh, I hope that “someday” will be sooner than later. Anyway, my name is Christina McKee, and I am a twenty-seven-year-old from Philadelphia. The one in Pennsylvania, no place else.