Thinking About Her Thoughts
We meet again, the girl full of mysteries. After an exchange of sweet hellos, she stood in front of me, with a world of questions running through her mind. Her stares glitter; looking at my eyes as if she has something to say, eyes so bright and wonderful, my heart beat raised as if celebrating. Then she turns her head to her side, followed by a giggle, with her soft hands touching her red cheeks. Every time she is in front of me, as we talk and laughed at random things, I can’t help but wonder about so many things out of a dream. What if she is a psychic, who can read my mind, because she sure knows that my weakness is her charming smile? Maybe she is an angel…because her beauty is so heavenly, or maybe she is the Grim Reaper herself, because she takes my breath away. Whoever she is, I don’t care. Whatever it is she is thinking right now, a guy like me can never guess. All that matters though is that she’s special to me…and I don’t know why.