David and Rose .

David.

Brick red hair, pale pink lips, small hands, pale face, grey eyes. She was all I could think about, she clouded my thoughts, emotions, she filled my mind with her unique scent. All sense of order was gone from my body, everything turned to chaos. All these questions were popping up in my brain, all about her, how I could get to her, what was her favorite thing ever, and most importantly, how would I ever see her again? After I left that perfect little coffee shop my whole life changed... I didn't know if it was a good change or not yet.

She wouldn't leave my mind no matter what I tried so I decided to make the best of this, maybe I could use this for good. I tried to find my favorite thing about her because I have this habit, when something is first introduced to me I like to find my favorite thing about it, just for fun and to pass time. I analyzed every little thing she did, everything I remembered about her, I just couldn't find out what my favorite thing was and this frustrated me. I then moved on to fantasizing about my lips on her lips while I cupped her pale cheek and smoothed down her hair, her pale lips moving with mine, her fingers running through my hair, our bodies close. David, your gonna kill yourself by thinking these things, knowing damn well you may never see her again... I may never see her again.

There was no way to find her in this huge city but I still said may in that sentence because I didn't want to lose hope, I had to see her again or I just might be miserable the rest of my life. It's funny how I haven't even met her, yet it seems like there is this incredibly strong force pulling me to her, like I have to be with her, I have to know her. I was so invested in this girl I was worried, I meet beautiful girls everyday.. why was this one so different. That's the thing though, she wasn't like all those other girls, she was...better. I had to stop this, it was killing me. I was rethinking things that have been in tact for years. For example, I had two favorite things in the world, everything else I just really liked,

- Libraries and Giraffes.

I absolutely love giraffes like a lot so you should understand my concern when I was rethinking that. I think I now have three favorite things and giraffes is now number two.. this coffee shop girl was my new favorite thing in the world. I wondered if she had mental lists of her favorite things ever, also if I was anywhere on it.

I finally came to some sense of reality when I heard the bell on top of the door, that's when I realized that I have been standing outside the coffee shop door leaning on the brick. When I left I just went around the corner and when I saw her leave I must have made my way back here and got lost in my thoughts of her. I needed to leave this place before I had a breakdown because now all these emotions were stirring inside me, I was feeling anger, sadness, frustration, and overall lost. I didn't know where to go since it was a Sunday afternoon, I just started walking in the direction of my apartment until I walked past the gates to a park. I wanted to just clear my head somehow so I turned back and went through the gates. I walked until I found a bench in front of the lake, this is perfect, I thought.. I could watch the birds and think about something else.

As I watched these geese chase after each other I tried to think about what I would do after this, I didn't know if this would work or if I wanted to go home or not. Somehow, I ended back on the subject of coffee shop girl, frustrated with myself, I got up and stomped out of the park, I just leaned against the gates though because I still didn't know where to go or what to do. I finally just gave into my thoughts and slid down the gates, I was pathetic, sitting on the ground outside a park thinking of a girl I will probably never see again. Although, a good thing did come of this because after a minute or so I finally did it, I found my favorite thing about her, I loved her smell. She smelled of strawberries and coffee with a hint of mint and I loved it, I put in my mind to remember that when and if I meet her I have to ask how she smells like that. I sighed, I needed to think of something else now, I needed to escape.