Shorts

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I remember the first day I saw her.

The park. She was sitting in the park underneath a tree with a pencil in one hand and a journal in the other. It was that point in spring when the sun is finally starting to make an appearance and the flowers begin to bloom. Vibrant colors of different tulips surrounded her as she wrote away in a little purple book. Long brown locks of hair were flowing down her bare, pale shoulders and just barely touching the top of her tatted arm. 

As for me, I was sitting on the back of my friend's convertible, a beer sitting next to me and a joint making its way to my mouth. My friends were laughing about something and I pretended to be laughing too, but couldn't seem to look away. The sun was starting to set and she was starting to pack up her things into a small gray backpack sitting on the grass beside her. She wasn't the only one in that park- it was filled with couples walking together and holding hands, families with children racing through the crowds.

My friends soon took me away, and I thought I wouldn't see her again. Turns out that I was wrong, because the very next day I was walking in the park and taking in the sights of springtime. She was also walking, probably 10 ft ahead of me, wearing a pair of black capri yoga pants and a tank top with a pair of earbud wires bouncing off her body as she walked. Her head was bobbing and occasionally she would snap or dance or hop around. I made it a daily routine to go to the park just to see her.

It felt like I was falling in love with her, but I didn't even know her name. She didn't know my name either I guess- she probably didn't even realize I existed. Sometimes I would see her down at the bar, singing karaoke with her friends and standing in front of everyone with such confidence. Perhaps that's what I feel in love with.

Sometimes I would practice at home how to talk to her but I would realize I would never have the nerve to walk up to her and quit. But one day that all changed.

I was walking in the park in shorts and a tank top on the now hot summer day. Birds were chirping and people were running and children were playing on the swings. She was sitting under a tree, writing like usual. When I sat down on a wooden bench that looked out on the lake, I stared down at my hands and rubbed the back of my neck. All of the sudden there she was, sitting next to me, not saying anything but smiling and writing like she was running out of time.

"H-Hey there." I could feel a shaky smile creep up on my face.

"Hi. Eleanor." She said this with such confidence. "Are you okay? You're sorta in a daze, man"

"Yeah, yeah sorry. Tyler. It's nice to meet you Eleanor."

That's how I met her.

Pretty much this might be something coming soon so here is this for now.