Moonstruck
I met the woman of my dreams a few days ago. Nope, she's not the same woman I mentioned in my last post, whom I kept meeting in my dreams. Since we're on the subject, i feel I need to announce, she hasn't been appearing in my dreams in these past few weeks. & that's a good thing. I came to the conclusion she's not "the one." "The one" wouldn't be an asshole to me. I mean that's a reasonable assumption. Back to meeting the woman of my dreams. Please don't get confused. I can’t help but admit, I thought about her all night on the bus ride back home. I meet lots of people, but rarely does one leave me smitten. It hasn’t happened in quite a while. It’s probably because she only spoke French & we couldn’t communicate. We didn’t seem to mind. We sat comfortably quiet for what felt like hours, even though it was only a few seconds. I left the bench that night hurting so badly, wishing she didn’t have to leave. I never did get to know...