Poop

She was petite, so so beautifully petite. Her blonde hair ever so blonde, was like a glistening golden rose standing out amongst a field. Her name was charlotte, but I had never talked to her, she smelled like candy, but I had never smelled her, with hair so soft, yet always out of my grasp. I knew everything about this girl, my love, my life. And still she didn’t even recognize me, didn’t see my hard work. The amount of time I spent watching, learning, memorizing, her every move didn’t mean a damn thing to her. I loved her and she has to know this. Today she will know today she will experience, today is the day I show her that I am not just some guy she sees at the mall, no I’m much more than that, I’m in love, today she will know

It was a Saturday afternoon, the evening wind was blowing from the east with a mild chill that seemed to help with the nerves, and as every week there was Charlotte, in the same clothes store at the same time I had to make my move, I walked into the store. Made my way through the isle until I saw her the closest I’ve ever been to her, wow! I was so nervous. I walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder, she turns around brushing her decadent smell across my whole body. I stutter the words out ” I see you here every week, and your super cute and can I have your phone number, please” her face changed from a polite smile to a some what surprised look, and said “I’m sorry your a cute guy and I’ve seen you around her too, but my cell phone I broke right now I can’t give it to you…” Those words echoed in his head, ” I can’t give it to you” ” give it to you” ” to you” “you”, I was the problem, she hates me, after all the time and effort and all my bravery she hates me, how dare her she will pay for this, she has to pay for this ” but Charlotte..” She interrupts ” how do you know my name?” He simply walks away, knowing the error of his mistake.