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Dream Girl

You guys have all heard the story; boy meets girl, boy falls for girl, boy makes a complete fool out of himself, and ends up winning the girl over. That’s the most cliché story of them, but still slightly romantic none the less. Her name was Elle. I guess the 1st thing I distinctly noticed about her, was the piercing stare she gave me. The stare of someone who has lost so much, they’ve got nothing left to lose.

It took me quite a few days to go up to her and manage an introduction. However I always found myself, not up to the task so to speak. Each time I would see her, her clothes would be of course di&erent. Though I could tell one out$t was more valued than others. It wasn’t a ceremonial dress, nor was it something that stood out above all else. It was simply a pair of jeans that had a minor incision just above the knee. A white t-shirt, with extremely faded graphics printed upon the shirt. Complete with some classic sneakers. I know it wasn’t something to be wowed by, but the way she carried herself. As if her out was empowering her for the day. I must sound like a crazed stalker, but trust me when I say ‘Love catches up with us all’.

The very 1st time I had seen her was in passing. I happened to be walking by a park on a dimly grey afternoon. Calmly she was seated, reading a book. Now, I had never been one for love at $rst sight. I thought statistically and logically, there are people out there with perfect ratios of compatibility. I also knew that these situations could take someone completely by surprise. I didn’t think, however, that this type of situation would cause someone’s legs to freeze in place.

That’s what happened to me, I noticed her and I froze. I couldn’t tell you the book she was reading; I couldn’t recount the amount of people in the park. I couldn’t even tell you how cold it was outside. But what I can say, when she 1st looked upon me I was lost. Thinking quickly I managed to regain my limbs and I briskly walked away.

The following day, I decided to take another casual stroll to $nd this perfect goddess among women. There she was, sitting under a tree eating an apple. In hindsight, I wish I wouldn’t have been so absurdly shy and talked to her. I thought since it was a free country and anyone can enjoy the public park. I decided to relax upon a nearby bench. The clouds danced in the sky, but the girl danced in my head. I began crafting elaborate day dreams of this mystery girl. It would start out perfectly she would walk up and say…

“Apple?”

“Apple? No it wouldn’t be apple…oh, why uhm, hello?” I was actually talking to her. I frantically thought up responses to any question she may ask, as well as a few questions to ask her. Even though ideas were piling into my mind, words ceased to come out. She simply smiled at me, taking a seat on the bench and handing me an apple.

It’s strange being so close to someone that makes you feel so heavy. Granting you a weight in your chest that pulls you to the 6oor; I turned and asked what her name was. She told me it was Elle. That name forever burned within my brain. For the next few days, it was safe to say I was on cloud 9. The mere thought of this girl brought such a powerful smile. I truly longed to see her each and every day. So that became my mission.

Day after day, I would meet Elle at the park and we would sit, chat, relax and just enjoy each other’s company. We shared our past, we wishfully talked about our futures, she told me about her hobbies, I told her about my skills. Without thinking I vowed I would see her each and every day at this park. But by the time I realized what I had said, it was too late. She gave me a crushing look, as if I were some simple creep, or a deranged lunatic, before grabbing my hand.

“I’d like that.”

Those solemn words $lled me with joy I had never experienced. After every

encounter with Elle, I felt that my whole body was refreshed. I still can’t get the

thought of her out of my head, not that I’d want too. Her eyes more blue than the

vast oceans that cover our planet; her hair smooth and un-frayed, smelled of

strawberries. That beautiful un6awed smile overpowered anyone with a simple

glance.

After the countless years of searching for my ‘compatible’ soul mate, I think she

might be the one. One day soon, I will ask her to marry me.

More days passed and I became more and more infatuated with Elle, this serene

peacefulness I felt when around her was overwhelming yet welcome. I wanted to

spend all of eternity with her; every moment spent pulling her close to me, to feel

the warm embrace of one whom which you care so deeply. Then that day arose

where I would ask such a question, a question which would bind us for the rest of

existence.

I asked her hand in marriage.

She was breathless, though being a smart person she needed a couple days to think

about this large decision. I respected that, though it didn’t soften the blow any. I was

crushed. I waited for the reply patiently, she could have just out right said no to me.

But she didn’t, she merely said she needed time to think. Well the following day, we

met up at our usual spot under the large tree at the park.

She had tears in her eyes, as if unable to restrain the many stresses of her life. I

quickly rushed too her with a fast embrace. She held me tighter than ever before.

Looking up at me with her eyes burning from the hours of crying, made me feel

sorrow and helpless. I tried to cheer her up the best I could, but it barely phased.

She told me that her love for me was unmatched, that no other could ever take my

place.

“…but we can’t be together…” She said.

Instantly my whole world cracked like glass, my mind making up exaggerated

excuses. I found myself apologizing for stu& I haven’t done. She smiled weakly and

told me that it wasn’t my fault. That it was her and not me. I felt this terrible void

cave into my chest, as if my very life force was draining out of me. Tears began to

well up; the attempts to hide this pain from her became too di<cult. She rested her

head on my chest as I sobbed hopelessly.

I’ve thought about Elle, every day since I was eighteen. It’s been $ve very long

years. Each and every month of my life I dream of her, and spending the rest of my

life with her. I simply can’t take it anymore. Too be eternally with my dream girl, is

to dream eternally about her. I love you Elle, I’ll see you tomorrow.