Beautiful girl in weyes blood shirt and French braids

Niceville FL

Description

I saw you riding your road bike in east hill last weekend. You had white headphones hanging from your ears and as you danced to music your bike moved from one side of the road to the other. At one point you were so close to me I could smell you in the slip stream. The scent was sweet like a citrus flower and it lingered as I rode along. As you moved past me swaying and singing I longed to tell you what you mean to me, how lucky I felt to see you that day, how proud I am of the person you are even after just having met you. But we both know my words can’t really convey the force behind my emotions. They are amorphous, always changing, reaching new heights every day. But I can describe them as a snapshot in that moment in time, one that I mentally travel to often, as overwhelming my senses. When I see you again, if I see you again, I’ll have steeled myself to tell you how I feel about you. Because you are a being too marvelous for simple platitudes. By the way I was on a black bike with a big black camera. I took a photo of you at the little library in east hill behind the old hospital. Reach out to me if you see this and I’ll show it to you.