Spring Fever

Spring Fever

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Romance
"Pretty woman, walkin' down the street Pretty woman the kind I like to meet Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth No one could look as good as you, mercy" It was like that faithful moment in the flicks; when a pretty woman walked down the street.All the men on the block stopping whatever they were doing as they stared at her starry eyed and longing.Did I ever wish that I would find myself in this situation.With a beautiful gal passing by with her long dark hair twisting all around her doll like face.While Roy Orbison's pretty woman played in the background as she smiled and waved at people she knew.All this happening in slow motion while I stood there like a ditz admiring her beauty.My jaw nearly popping down on the sidewalk as she turned her full attention towards me.Man could such a babe be pulled from the sheets of magazines and be crafted into flesh and bone?
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I look out into the parking lot and squint to make sure I'm not going crazy. Walking up with a bouquet of flowers is Justin. He's wearing a muscle tee, and my eyes settle on the part of his tattoo that's not covered up by the plastic holding the flowers. When he reaches me, I feel my face heat up and before I can say anything, he hands me the yellow roses. "I think we need a do over, and I'm not letting you go. But um...here's to friendship until then. If you'll accept." He looks so flustered and unsure of himself as I eye the flowers but don't take them immediately. It takes a long time for me to both find my voice and lose my pride. Finally I do something neither of us expect, and hug him by his neck. "Okay," I whisper, and don't let go.

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