True story

Riddle me this

1. 32 Not a age nor a place. To you this means nothing , but for me it means everything. More than you could ever imagine or ponder. I sit her on the coast of Turkey in a small village called Kalkan. It's stunning bays and sun scorching sun set an ideal paradise. Yet surrounded by some of the most beautiful sites in turkey my mind is unable to take it in . This is not due to astonishment or disbelief , trust me I am aware of my fortune , but I'm unable to take in its beauty as someone who shares this trait has my mind already filled

2. Let's just get to know one another before I begin to try and get you to understand my mind . You most likely some sad or emotional person who has found the time and the want to read this on a shitty site such as whatpad or something else. This pains me as I won't be able to likely get this published meaning we have to read it like this, when let's be honest nothing beats the feel of a hard back. Anyway Back on track or back to me (don't worry I don't plan to make a habit of arrogance as this read proceeds onwards). I'm a person who was tragically bullied when I was younger , yeah I know how stereo typical cry me a river, I like to do a bit of fitness and play sports, so I'm a pretty typical teenage boy. The only things that typically separate me from the crowed are the following: I'm writing a book on whatpad and I'm fucking terrible when it comes to relationships. 'Don't worry your young' is a common lie people tend to feel the need to tell me . How bad can I be right ? Well I'm currently on a streak of 17 rejections as well as having a great ability to see the end of a relationship before it begins. Now you may be thinking , I didn't click on this romance section to hear about some kid on the other side of the world cry to me about his shit luck with relationships. And I'm in complete agreement with you on that , so here's the thing. There's a girl !! I know right 89% probably already thought I was gay but no , and this is where you guys can get excited . I'm writing this like I said on the beach on the 14/8/16. She is different , for the first time I can't see the end. So here it goes you lucky readers get to experience me either thrive or screw up as the book or whatever this is continues. Sound good ? No...oh tough shit I'm still writing it , she will find it cute I'm sure of it ... Right ?
3. So it continues , to keep you updated I'm currently sat at 12:32 on the same night as writing the beginning of this story . I'm crying and my vision is some what fussy. Not from her... god no. Stress has driven me to this stage. I feel like I spend my life putting on a show of happiness and being strong for others. Yet sat here in this state all I want to do is talk to her , not text , not snap chat but to hear her voice , her breath .
4. It is the following day. I'm a little tipsy, yet all I wish to do even on my holiday away... Is to be with her. Her playlist sounds in my ears , her smell lingers in my nose , her face is imprinted on my mind. Pure beauty. How can I stand up against or a chance against such a woman ? I make sure my diet stands on health and that my body tones to impress the likes of her. It is as if God himself created her. If I could program the perfect human , it is her . How can I be desired against perfection? These questions race through my head . She a sole thought with all my intent .

5. I'm surrounded by sea, the ocean compliments our white yacht. Don't get the wrong idea it was reasonably expensive to rent for day , yet the money is given full worth. We share the boat with maybe 3 other families and I basically have a deck to myself. If that doesn't gage to you the size of this vessel ,little else will. At the front of the second deck stands a couple no older than myself . They stair into one another's eyes , no words are exchanged, their eyes compliment each other making up for the lack of audible conversations . That connection . I'm bewildered by the fact that two humans can be so in sync . What in reality took 2 minutes seems to have lasted centuries , but I doubt a scale of such time would have phased them. She leans in not breaking eye contact for a second. His arms lower around her waist , whilst hers slowly coil around his neck. There lips meet a mutual distance than their pervious position. As their lips meet , ideas of such perfection infiltrate my mind allowing jealousy to follow. As if I were watching my dreams be completed in front of me by another. Yet I did not envy the people , just the act . The cruelest part for me is that the girl who I seek and owe such passion too is across the world. Imagine someone drinking in front of you when you have not drunk for days. Yet the thirst is desire can not be quenched by any other apart from her.

6. Right no poetic bull shit . To be honest I can't be fucked. Now let's get this out and loud straight away . I'm at a low . The fact is I'm currently under the influence of a decent amount of alcohol. Not dangerous but let's just say straight lines are an issue. I feel disconnected from the world . Abroad with my family I find myself in isolation with the solitary confides of my headphones . The thing I look most forward to is the ability to talk to people and the ability to be able to talk to her . Isn't that cute . But to be honest with you I'm scared . More of a petrified . Is it Alcohol.. Maybe but it's not an unknown feeling . When I message I find myself in fear , of what ? As if the message of 'hey' could cause corruption and disruption to my mental utopia of us two. Yet I fell nerves, as if I'm walking up her long driveway. Talking to her for the first time with meaning. Meeting her lips , although for a meer second i can still feel the exact placement of her lips on my own. A scar or pure perfection . This fear that posses me every time I message is the thought that she had gone off me. I spend my night praying and thanking God for allowing me this relationship of friendship , yet I feel it's loss would cripple me. And if like me your some stupid prick who has ignored that and instead is saying 'seems pretty poetic to me '. Stop reading. Go fuck your self . Hopefully they already left so they won't hurt me. Notice how I changed subject , she is guilty of the same , but notice that that's a true sign that you were getting close to understanding me .
7. How can she not know ? She must be lying to me or herself . It's is the only way I can believe that she doesn't know she is beautiful. She has built up a force field around herself. It's is as if my compliments hit the shield and simply evaporate into meaningless matter. She is truly worth a of awards for her beauty. I feel the need to shower her with every word that corresponds with beauty in the dictionary, but do they lose meaning after each attempt. Reverse phycology. Sarcasm . Nearly every technique emended the sun . She is convinced that she does not poses such traits. Not a rhetorical question but good luck responding . How can you convince a girl she is truly beautiful ?