i saw the most gorgeous boy sitting at a coffee shop alone yesterday. he was sitting there sipping an iced coffee and looking over some papers. For a minute I imagined walking up to him, introducing myself..it would turn into a deep and amazing conversation about all the things we both loved, the sun would start to set and we would still be chatting away. we would part ways but only after exchanging numbers. i would wait for him to call and he would, and not wait three days but call right away because he just couldn’t get me out of his mind. and i was so happy because he hadn’t left mine since i first saw him sitting there. we would be happy together after that. inseparable even. it would be wonderful.
then while i was imagining this the girl that you would picture him being with walked up to his table and they exchanged a hug. i instantly felt like i wasnt good enough, she was beautiful and tall. good thing i didnt go up to his table, the scenario in my head was so much better than what happened in real life. Or was it? i could have talked to him and maybe we would have had a connection..maybe the girl that met him was just a friend. we could have had a great love story but ill never know because i didn’t take a chance.
maybe the things in my head never happen because i never give them the chance too.