The Moment The Fierce Wind Whipped My Hair About My Face And I Did Not Stop It, I Knew I Was In Love

She was simply sitting there in the mall lot, alone, dejected. ‘Wasn’t the mall a place where friends hung out?’ I asked myself. How I wanted to ask her name. I thought I knew it, I was sure I'd heard of her, being in this small town it would be impossible not to. But not knowing much about her type stopped me from approaching the beauty. It was hard, for I longed to hear her and touch the silvery skin of hers that almost sparkled in the sun light that Sunday morning. I debated with myself again whether or not I should speak to her. ‘She might ignore me...I could not stand to humiliate myself further,’ I thought. For I realized I'd been staring at her the past several minutes. I looked away quickly, but took a peek from the corner of my eye and realized she hadn't taken note of my presence. I decided I could risk one more look at her. At that moment I understood she was looking at the traffic. Traffic? I hadn’t noticed how crowded it had gotten since I was distracted by this…goddess. No other way to describe her. I wanted to take her from her owner…I wanted to steal. The thought repulsed me as well as excited me. ‘Could she one day be mine?’ There was only one way to find out. I took a few steps and stopped. ‘Can I do this? What will I say? I would certainly make myself look like a fool.’ I’d never owned one before…not like this. She was different. I could tell, even though I’d never met her. I’d only seen her from a distance until now. I’d realized I’d started walking again. This time faster. Anticipation? Or was it just wanting to know the outcome? I was now only about three yards from her and hadn’t noticed the beautifully creative tattoos that intertwined her shapely body. Except one was a…”Bullet?” I thought aloud. Was that the crack of a smile? At that moment I knew there was no going back. With or without the tacky bullet tattoo. I had to speak to her. Now. Make her mine. I reached out, and at that same moment someone from behind me spoke “Can I help you?” The man said. *Sigh* I knew it was too good to be true. The owner had come. To take her away…perhaps for forever. I could not stand the thought and wanted to rip her away with me, but instead I held my innocence. “Oh. Hello.” I said in what I thought was an innocent enough tone. ‘Come on, you have to work up something better than this.’ I thought to myself. ‘And you must be upsetting her too. She’ll think you’re a complete idiot now she got the gist of your intentions’ But no. She didn’t say a word. Instead, she stared in the direction of the traffic. Content looking. Like she had a job to do. How odd. All this happened in a moment and I came back to the present. “Umm…I was just admiring your…car here. 1982 Mustang, am I correct?” I didn’t sound that bad. I smiled inwardly. “Yes, that’s right.” He grinned *beep beep* He unlocked her, and was getting in. “You know, you aren’t the only one who does this…but it’d be nice to get a break.” He chided jokingly. My face turned scarlet. “But I guess it’s my fault for owning her, eh? But I don’t think anyone could stay away from this one. Nice meeting you.” He smiled again, and with that, he drove off.

Haha! You thought I was talking about someone like this, right?
WRONG! Yahaha enjoy your life!

-D'Abadie