Cecelia May I

There she goes. Lately, her walk has been so captivating, capturing every detail is almost breathtaking. Call me crazy. I might’ve been sprung. In my eyes she’s their competition and they glare intensely at a package especially if its features are limited edition. A chance was really what I dreamt of, welp I’ll continue hoping. She drew this door with a passcode lock that every guy had difficulty opening. She showed a side so rare many just couldn’t get down. Fate led me here, wow, forever with her sounds swell the world shan’t know about this blessing that I found. My imagination went wild, a pair of levi’s, plaid shirt and black converses might be her style. I wonder what her favorite hobbies are, or if she’s outgoing but doesn’t do bars. Her eating habits could very well be off the chain, wait! A girl so great has to have a name. I wasn’t informed of whatever she’d gone by, for all I know the last word right after I say Hi should be bye. Doubts may cloud my judgment, rushing to conclusions will override my brain’s budget. During tomorrow’s peak is when I’ll have a shot rejection’s likely but I’m giving it all I got. Once more, I stare. She sat adjacent from my table, heart felt like a pendulum rocking back and forth in a baby’s cradle. Its difficult yet scary, carrying out such a bold move, in case it worsens she could decline along with my dignity that’s something I don’t wanna lose. Where did this headache come from? Why does my body feel heavy? Fear? That or gravity won’t let me. So I regained consciousness, amped up my confidence and brought bravery to the mic today but when I mustered the courage up she had already walked away Maybe she noticed me and awaited an introduction? I would’ve said something had I not been so reluctant. I came unprepared to triumph over a florescent beauty, eternity seemed wonderful but right now sounded groovy. Cecelia was her name, at least that’s what I imagine it’d be, in the end my manhood wasn’t the only thing she took from me.