In all of New York, she is the only thing I am noticing. Why can I not pull my eyes off of her? She's so... beautiful. I have to talk to her. Why do I desire so strongly to hear how she sounds? To see her up close. My heart's actually gaining a pulse. God, if you're there, give me the courage to speak to her. I just need to hear her laugh, even if it is just once. It must be beautiful, I mean.. look at her. One does not simply be breathtaking like herself and then turn around to have a laugh of a dying walrus. Then again, I guess a dying walrus wouldn't necessarily be laughing. I've never rambled so much in my life.
What is she doing to me?
