part two

sense of calm and tranquility with all that fake swagger i prided myself with, all abducted by the wind and blown to oblivion. She stands across the road poised and relaxed if this was a movie there would be a dramatic song about angelic beauty or something. The wind would blow her soft dark brunnete hair across her face...but this is not a movie and besides she was wearing a hijab. I could see her face from where i stood, smooth distinct features with a nose that stood out as the crown to her majestic looks. Her eyes shone from afar like trinkets of diamonds scattered on the banks of a young roaring stream somewhere in the swiss alps. As i got closer she got more beautiful and am thinking "shit shes too hot for you dude you can still run, i mean you can pretend its not you and hit on her all over again..." but i could not. Zombie apocalypse is the word, cause i just dragged on until i was infront of her. The scent of her perfume hitting me like a tidal wave of pure heaven. Damn she dressed up, and here i was in...eerrm...mmmm...you know...jeans and striped shirt with huge boots on...she gave a smile i and i almost retardedly gave one back. Lunged forwad and gave her a hug, honestly if she never wanted to see me again that hug would be enough for me, any dude who saw that chiq that just made him feel small cause of her exquisite beauty knows what am talking about. Quick "hi" and we were off. Well ofcourse i was freaking but atleast  we were talking.