I had been walking up the bustling streets for what seemed like milliseconds with being caught up in this fast New Yorker lifestyle and all. Rounding yet another block corner I glanced up from my phone, I'd been checking for a text that never seemed to come. There she sat, in the broad day light; a magnificently beautiful girl. Well- girl didn't fit. A true women.
She was sitting at one of the small more romantic-esk cafés along the city street. The setting was straight out of a tumblr aesthetic blog. Her laptop shone in the afternoon light, an apple logo in the center of the crime computer. Her technology look was completed by a pair of bulky beats headphones. They were brilliantly white as I imagined her smile would be as well. Her hair looked camera ready, it caught the light and practically glowed. It was ruffled; and possibly her best feature outside her dark eyebrows.
I was shoved slightly- my shoulder colliding with another person's. Alas I couldn't care less, I continued to stare at this pricelessly pretty women. So what if people were everywhere? I could see this as a photo in high fashion magazine, such as the one I edited myself. With a constant stream of classic New York taxis framing the back drop of the photograph. Along with all the thousands of people and equally nice skyline.
Somehow she, still, stood out in the crowd... I realized- while she was perfect I was not, I collected my previously scattered thoughts. Walking off reluctantly.
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RastgeleIt's all in the title- A compilation of story excerpts from books, stories, and imaginary worlds I'll never create and never bring light to. These excerpts are brewed up from somewhere inside my head, they could range from anywhere to anything. ...
