after a day of wandering town and reading in the most convenient places I notice it's 7:57 and I'm wandering toward Central Park to meet her. I don't know who she is or why I'm here but it feels so right. She feels so right. As my clock ticks away I sit on a bench and wait for her, as she's approaching I notice every little thing. The way her hand curls in when she waved to me and the way her face lit up when I waved back. God, she's precious.
"you're right on time, I'm glad to see you." she says fast approaching
"I thought that it was some mistake, and this may sound crazy, but all of this feels so right."
we don't say anything else she just grabs my hand as we stroll around the park aimlessly, not caring about anyone or anything because we're here together. Soon the night dreadfully comes to a close, she slips me another note. It's cute, I love this little quirk. She soon scampers away after kissing my cheek. My skin feels like there's electricity running through all of my veins coming from the place where her lips met my skin. There's something here, I don't know what it is. But she's special, and I want to know why.
