kidChink

Her daughter had invited me over for dinner. I tend to think she imagined I loved her company, or maybe, she loved mine. When I saw her, I got this rush within. The kinda feeling a class seven kid gets when he gets to the front page of the pulse magazine. I sat across her at the dinner table. The view, can't deny, was one to die for. I think, she had dressed for her Mr and it did more than just catch his attention. Since then, life has felt too good to be true. Everything has become so surreal. Sometimes, I find myself daydreaming, with a smile on my face, thinking, where's that mouth that bears the lips that hold the kiss that I desire! Carelessly happy, oblivious to worries. The few I have told, are hell bent on me not pursuing her. They believe that she may be a mistake, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. One night, a chill in the air awoke me and as I pulled my blankets tight, I couldn't help but wonder, was she thinking of me while she lay there whith her Mr!...