You walk off the train. Standing there waiting to get on is a woman so beautiful you could look at her forever. But all you have are the four seconds it will take to walk past – she is standing with her boyfriend. Everything slows down like in a dream or charging into battle. Your feet never seem to touch the ground, but somehow you are moving past her. You drink in every detail, every second. Her eyes are chapter one, her lips, chapter two.
Then she is gone.
If you had stopped you would have fallen in love.
Sat Mar 03 01:50:04 UTC 2007