Oh Leo..

Cold and annoyed, we walk around and I put on my "happy" face. I see him. He's tall, blonde, tan and muscular. I'm in a too big sweat shirt, my hair in a messy bun. My main reaction is to look down. As I do look down, I swear I see him smile. I leave the restroom as I try to look confident. My mystery man is gone. Damn it. Less angry and still annoyed. We walk to see the flowers, hooray...My heart starts to pound. He's there. Walking around with his girlfriend? Wait, no there is also an other couple. His parents and sister, please?

I watch him watching my out the corner of my eye. Heart pounding and wanting. They leave, after a double take. I will never see him again. Ever.

I like to think he thought I was beautiful. That he was from some foreign country and had one of those sexy accents. That he was just itching to talk to me, and ask me for my number. I like to think we were going to be "star-crossed lovers".
But, I will never see him again. I will never kiss him like I imagined. I will never ever find him again.

He was my dream man, not boy, man. I will wait for him. Everything I imagined in him will be in the man I marry. For now I am a dorky sixteen year old girl. Who dreams too much, feels too much and sometimes just is too much.

love, kara
  



I'm sort of in love..(: