I'll be watching you.

Getting "high" on her.

She was grand, my god she was so fucking grand, she has the poise of a ballet dancer, the grace of queen, her lips were like two rose petals waiting to be watered with a kiss, she was ever so beautiful and in that moment, I knew I loved her. The tragic thing was, she was married, and she loved him very, very much. She and I, we got acquainted, we became fast friends, almost too fast. It was nice at the time, so, so nice. It felt like her being was the most expensive, and best weed you could buy, and the high that her aura gave, sent me to heaven and beyond, and I sure and the hell never planned on coming down. So, I kept "smoking" the girl's aura, and it seemed like it would last forever, and my fucking God, I loved, loved, loved being high. Hit me with that blunt again will ya?!  We went on for a year and a half, and each and everyday I kept falling for her, harder, and harder.

The laugh, she would do when I told her something funny, or some stupid thing someone had done throughout the day. The way she dressed, god it was so kooky and weird, but she made it look hot, and it made me want to rip the clothes off of her and kiss right in that very moment and hug her for an infinity. Because I knew this was love, and I did everything and anything for the one I loved.