Dip the pen in company ink

( Hey! This is going to be an ongoing story about my love life. Feel free to give me advice! If you have any questions message me! Now let's get to the good stuff enjoy! )  
   
   
Her curls​ hung deep twords the ground fixed atop a monument in beautiful waves of gold and copper . She was more than a blank sheet. I could confide and write my life the way it should have been on her skin...  
   
Not a long stream of endless shifts at this crappy diner with no break from the monotony except the breif sliver of light I see when I daydream of different times.  
   
Her skin was symbolic, like hot sands blown up in a storm that tore at the ether of my being. So pure and painful that my hands tremble when contact was eminent.  
   
A mind numbing pain painted my brain every time I was around and couldn't work up the courage to say "Hi" or even smile.  
   
All because I knew her eyelashes would flutter and my heart would drown in the deep Raging sea that would slide from under those eyelids.  
   
She's the other waitress at this shitty job in this shitty town with nothing to do accept grow old and wither  
   
Yet i couldn't help myself. I felt like I had an anchor attached to my feet that was dragging me into a black nothing that would suffocate even the sound of my own heart beat.  
Like the only way to talk to her would be to cut off a leg and become somthing I wasn't  
   
That's when I noticed she was crying for help. the same silent aching cry that I live to sing.  
   
Suddenly I felt an air of courage well up inside my stomach.    
Almost like my body went into auto pilot.    
   
I walked right up to her and asked her to grab a coffee with me tomarow morning before the shift began .  
   
She looked up at me from her chair, and those damn peircing blue eyes hit me like a wave. My heart was pounding and the heat of the room was amniotic. I could already hear her make a half hearted excuse to avoid the awkward ten minuets of siting in a coffee shop with me.  
   
Slowly her cheeks turned a rose red and her lips curled up on the ends revealing a smile that lit the whole room in a grandiose facade  
   
She said " I'd love to!.... I thought you didn't like me? "    
   
Before I could come up with a way to tell her I was scared, or some excuse to amend for my meekness, our manager came in and yelled at us for leaving the floor with noone to watch the guests.  
   
I texted her later that night and we agreed to meet up before the morning shift at "land of 1000 hills coffee" !  
   
   
 ~Even with all of the chaos that's locked in my head im pushing aside my time for you.  
   
April 13th.  
   
(Side note: we are going on a date tomarow !! I'm nervouse and I can't sleep , so I decided to write this. I know it sounds like over infatuation, but I am a hoples romantic. If the passion is alive than so am I )