12/25/20-
I watched her from the across the room tonight at a dinner party. She looked every bit as wonderful as she did in my dreams. Her voice was even more silken and soft. She sipped her wine glass, pinky out, and laughed. Then she made eye contact with me and I blushed more than I'd care to admit. She made a face at me, and I don't think it was meant to be mean, but her eyebrows made an arch and I wonder what kind of expression I made while admiring her. Maybe next time I should just say hi. Can't be that hard. I think. It'd be hard to approach an angel. I wouldn't know what to say. I think I'll just be content admiring from afar, never touching, always just glances. Maybe. She makes me so lightheaded I question just about everything. I'm not intimidated, I'm simply in love. And you know what Shakespeare said about love. He said it was blind. I think he was right. I'm blinded by her beauty. I'm blinded by her grace. I'm blinded by her elegance. I'm blinded by her movements. Soon, I'll be deaf as well.
1/31/20—
Today it snowed. There were an infinite amount of snowflakes in the air, but the only one I seemed to notice was the ones frosting her face, making her cheeks darken and her eyelashes drip water on face. We were so close I felt as though we were about to kiss. I knew she wouldn't kiss me, but she certainly set the atmosphere for it. It was almost painful. I wonder if she knows how painful it is. I think now I am deaf. She said something to me, but I was too lost in thought of her to remember what it was.