She looked into her eyes for what seemed to be an eternity. Her glowing yellow hair seemed to flow in an unnatural way as if to extend her unnatural beauty. Her sculpted face seemed to challenge the definition of beauty itself, which of course was a subjective subject anyways, although a girl like this could change the subjective trait of the word… What am I thinking! This isn't proper, for a girl such as me to be lusting over the same sex. I had seen many things like this in my hours of… 'research' on the internet, and it seemed to be an interest most men shared. The thought of two smooth beings being closer together then what was publicly 'possible'.

Moving to a new home meant new experiences, new 'friends' I retold myself what my old life said to me in the back of my memories. Now that everything I have once lived for is now gone, like my father's old job back home. I had a clean slate, a new and fresh chance to start feeling new things.

And there she was, probably a native to this new town of mine. She sat alone out in the park which seemed to be incorrect in my eyes due to her irresistible beauty. How could any boy at her new school ever consider even leaving her alone? It didn't make sense. I recalled how the girls of my old school would seem to use their sub-par looks to almost control the boys around them, and although I had never tried preforming any action in a similar sense, I wondered if I even could. After looking at this girl, I began to question my own feminine feelings.

She looked towards me which cause a reactionary tilt of my head to some other direction as to not have her realize that I was a current admirer. The involuntary movement of my head in response to hers also had another side effect, the blushing of my checks. The corner of my eye caught a glimpse of the perfect face sending a smile out towards my direction which my responsive body to send shivers down me.

I had been in love before, or thought I had been. It didn't last very long, yet, most loves don't seem to last that long anyways, from what I've seen in my 'research.' Love seemed to be the way to justify lust, as, one might put it, how could any feeling, including love, be greater than any other feeling? Because I am human all my feelings only have value to myself, and because of this I am in full control of what these feelings mean to me. I am allowed to have feelings of doubt or humiliation be worth less than love, as when I am gone, or to anyone else, they would all be worth the same thing anyways. Nothing.

The sudden change of vision brought me to my senses, as the girl that I had been thinking of now not only occupied my thoughts, but also my field of vision. Her red blouse waved around her curving bodily shapes as she closed the infinite distance between her and me. Why did that thought come up now? That any distance could be considered impossibly long if the one traveling it would have to reach half way at every instance of motion, and thus the half-way point would change, and the thus total distance would be ultimately unreachable. My own feelings seemed to be traveling this immeasurable distance as she closed the displacement, defying the simple philosophy of impossible motion.

The motion stopped, she smiled and waved, still keeping the air around us untainted by vocal sound waves. Feelings and philosophy aside, I acted without goals, without purpose, I leaned towards her blushing face, and kissed her.