A Lonely Walk Through Death Avenue

All my life I pictured myself living my days out with her. I really thought one day we would be a thing. A foolish man I've been, too scared to be vulnerable, too arrogant to admit it. She had beautiful blue eyes, skin shining like the sun, a laugh only rivaled by that of a baby. Whenever she insulted me and called me stupid instead of getting angry or sad, or disappointed, I would just smile, I was content-