My eyes are sore for a sight

Looking back on what I write, I wish there could be more about The Girl. But I don't know what to write. It seems hard to capture. Hard to describe, because of how great she is, and because of how unpredictable things have been. Which also has made me real scared of making any statements about what really might be going on. Ask me in a week. Maybe, if things haven't changed, I'll be able to put it down in words.
A few things though.
- She's the most beautiful girl I've had my lips on.
- When she smiles it's there is a Dawn effect. First there's some light. Then a glimpse, then a cascade of golden light.
- She's got a mischevous smile.
- She's passionate about snowboarding.
- Everything she thinks she can't, she was born to do..

The story that began with a memory

Friday night turns out to be a lot calmer than I had worried it should be. My flatmate, sad sad story, got dumped by her friends so we're staying in, watching Almost Famous, drinking watered down drinks for our own amusement.
"Be bold and Great forces will come to your aid" - Goethe
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And tonight I, to my great relief, called up the Girl in Fashion and told her what's what. Once again, honesty seems to work. She understood. And gave me the best wishes. I've never "chosen" between girls before. That is to say, I've never had more than one girl interested in me at one time.
On the other hand, all this seems like a simile that rings badly even in my own ears. I havent chosen a person. I have put my emotional money on my favourite. That's it. I'm gonna give her all I've got, and hope that that's enough. Enough for what? For time to stand still. For the sun to explode and bring summer in a gush of molten lava.
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I see a brick wall coming. This is the bizzaro world. No paint this time, but I am hoping for that to be wrong. A paper divider, texture painted. When I see green fields now, I cringe, turn and walk a way. So here I am, running like a a madman. Toward a red brick wall.