Flat iron at the bottom of the rocks

Boulder CO

Description

I’ve never written one of these nor have I ever thought I would. But last week on Saturday morning august 13th; I was coming down a steep rock section with my god sister and her young daughter. You were at the bottom and I saw you and you made my heart skip. You were tall and clearly hiked this trail a lot. Wearing mostly black from what I remember with what looked like a rose tattoo on your neck and a hat on. I was awkward and didn’t speak to you, wearing a white tank top and black shorts. You came and stood at the bottom as my god sister came down in case she slipped. You were handsome and kind. Then you took off up the rocks and you were gone. You probably don’t remember me or read these, because let’s be real- we mostly come on here for a good laugh. But in the one in a million chance you see this- say hi. I’ve been thinking about you.