And There he was,
Staring into my eyes as a child stares a candy.
He was an image of perfection.
His sea blue eyes were as deep as the ocean,
And, oh, so full of mystery, like a treasure waiting to be opened.
He could win any girl’s heart,
But he was awaiting my response to the question.
My stomach was churning like milk in a blender.
My heart was beating as if i had just run a marathon.
I was excited that he had asked me,
Not just any girl, but me.
All i had to do was get the words out,
But it was hard.
His perfection stunned my thoughts,
Yet I managed to reply in a cool manner,
The words flowing off my lips as water flows through a stream.
“Sure, you can borrow my pencil.”