Here is a new story that I am writing. I actually got the idea of a dream I had one night. I hope you read this and like it.
All credit of the characters goes to Stephenie Meyer. I'm just borrowing them a little. :)
"Excuse me." I had to ask.
"Yes?" He had such a nice voice. He was actually very cute and charming.
"Do I know you?" I knew I had seen him somewhere I just didn't remember where.
"I don't think so. I think I would remember you. I have a good memory."
"Really, because I'm sure we have met." I just knew.
"Yes I'm sure. Now excuse me but I have to get going." Why was he in a such hurry? Maybe he was going to see his girlfriend or something. Hmm, I wonder if he had a girlfriend. I hoped he didn't. Wait, why am I hoping that? I don't even know the guy apparently.
"Yes I'm sorry I took your time." After I said that he left. I watched him walk away. He had a fine but, I noticed that. What is it with me and men's buts?
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This day had been so stressful. I loved my job, but sometimes it was just too much. Sometimes I just wanted to take a time out. Of course I couldn't but I could I always dream about it. Yes I did love my job and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
But my job wasn't just my job. It was my life. I didn't have anything else. Or better to say I didn't have anyone else. I wasn't in love. I didn't have kids. Yes I had my parents and I loved them but there was still something missing. I knew that I didn't have time for anything else than myself. Hell, sometimes I didn't even have time for myself. My job took all time I had.
I sounded pathetic but I couldn't help it. I couldn't help but dream about a life where I had a husband. And my perfect man had been in my dreams a lot lately.
He had copper brown hair and wonderful green eyes that captured me. His lips were perfect and curved in a smile. He was muscular but not too muscular. His body was amazing and I wanted to touch him. Touch his face. His body. But of course I couldn't because he was just my imagination. He also had a -
"OH MY GOD!" I yelled so loud that everybody in the coffee house turned to look at me. I didn't care. I was shocked. I had seen him! My perfect guy. How could I have seen him? Why didn't I recognize him? I had recognized him, I just didn't remember where I had seen him before. But now I did. I had to see him again. I wanted to know him, I wanted to touch him. I needed to see him again. But how? I would see him again. Someday. And when that day came, I would be ready.
So? What do you think? Give me some feedback. :)
-Katja