Every morning I wake up with the hope of seen you. You walk by the house with your dog Bruno. I don’t know if you named him like that because of the singer but he seems like a good puppy. Very lucky.
You walk as if paradise is right behind you. The beauty of your face, the movement of your hair like the leaves on a tree. The curves of your fabulous body like a rose.
I’ve only had the courage to ask you for your name, I was such a coward for not doing it before. I wanted to talk to you a second time but only a poem I wrote for you on a sticky note which I handed to you and left.
The third time I saw you, you said. ” Thank you for the poem no one has ever wrote anything so romantic for me.” I was happy when you said that but not what came afterwards. You told me, ” I have a very good relationship with my boyfriend and I wouldn’t want it to mess it up.” All I said was “ok” and from then on I never try to talk to you again. It must be the respect I have for you. I just look at you and don’t say a word. I know you told your boyfriend, he came by that weekend and walked with you. Let me guess, he got jealous? I would of too with a woman like yourself.
I have dreamed of you, sometimes three days in a row but I have to stop myself because you have no idea how much I want to see your eyes, listen to your voice and the most important of all is walk with you so I can finally know how it feels to walk next to an angel with paradise behind us.
I never said, “thank you” for been honest with me. Not many woman are like that this days. The bad thing about it is that it has made me like you even more.
To the beautiful woman that walks by in the morning. I wish you the best and I hope your boyfriend keeps you happy every day. If he doesn’t, let me know.
I’ll make you smile every day.
Also, I don’t want to fall into a pattern. I don’t want to keep looking for you in every person I’m interested in. I want to learn to be alone and enjoy it. I want to learn to breathe without being in pain.