I couldn't stop thinking of the stranger at the beach: he was cute, really cute. Tall, has a great figure and let's not forget, so handsome.
He had this aura around him that felt some what intense but refine.
After I left to take my calls, after talking with the art academy about applying to their school and being accepted I needed someone to celebrate with so I want back to the beach in hopes that mister perfect stranger would still be there, waiting.
But he wasn't, no he was not. He was gone, so was my chance of getting to know him. And what the hell, that was on like me; if I liked someone, I’d make every effort to get them to see me in a good light, I’d ask for their number immediately.
So why didn't I?
But know, I left him there knowing he looked taste for more. Dumb Dora, now his gone with the wind.
I told my best friends: Jessica, Andrew, Nora about him and how I felt lost when I looked into his eyes, how I would love to meet him again.