The Better Memory

Any Chance I Get

I'm skipping a few chapters due to writers block.

Walking down the driveway to check the mail I already got. Going to open the garage to look for nothing. Going to get something from the car that I already have.
All excuses...
Just hoping for a glimpse...
Maybe a hello...
Hoping for an invite to hang out...
Looking for her any chance I get...
Because every time I see her, I fall deeper and deeper into her eyes. I have nothing to hide in front of eyes that know all that I am. Nowadays I look for her constantly. After hanging out with her I can't seem to get enough. She has this way of bringing you in by doing nothing more that glancing your way. A graceful invitation that makes my heart skip a beat. Every moment is a memory. A unique and meaningful memory. Never have I met someone as beautiful and honest and funny and selfless as her. She's a masterpiece in the midst of failed projects. The love of my life living in a house you wouldn't notice driving by and wouldn't think of everything that's happened between that house and the one next to it. And so... I watch and I hope that she'll grace the world with her smile and leave the house. I hope that she remembers the troll across the street. And so I watch for her. The one. Any chance I get.