Perfectly Dangerous

Wasted. Time going by wasted. No reason. No point. Why? What did I do to deserve this? Pain. Stress. That's what I feel when I'm with him. Yet he is so perfect. So incredible. And that's why its painful, stressful, because he is so incredibly wonderful. I cant stand it. It makes me sick. He makes me sick. But that's why I cant stay away. That's why I always come back. He is too perfect. Too beautiful. And I'm too stupid. I met him one day while I was visiting my grandma in Arizona. I was going to the store like I do twice a week for my grandma and I saw him. He was standing over by the Fresh Fruit flirting with a young blonde employee. I should have known at that moment to look away, and continue shopping, but I couldn't. I couldn't look away from the tall, tan, muscular blonde guy. And that's when it all started. As I continued slowly to look away, he turned and caught me staring. At that moment,  I looked away and started walking, although I didn't know where I was walking or what I was walking too because all I could think about was that beyond beautiful guy looking at me. Finally, I found myself in the chip aisle,  but then I realized I only needed one more thing, oranges. Which meant I had to walk back over to the Fresh Fruit stand. I started slowly making my way over there, and when I saw that he wasn't there I picked up my pace. So while picking out some nice, ripe oranges I hear someone call "hey" behind me. It was a wonderful sound. The "hey". It sounded so perfect. So beautiful. Like it could have belonged to a Greek God. Slowly, I turned around . I saw who the "hey" belonged to. He took my breath away. My stomach literally started doing flip-flops. It felt like it was rising to my throat. And that's when it all started.