It's been this way since the first ay she moved here. She would go to the park every day at exactly two o'clock with a picnic basket filled with food. She would sit there all alone, under the willow tree, with so much food it would seem as if she were waiting for her lover to show. Day after day she would come, and day after day I would come to watch her. I never did believe in love at first sight, well that was until I saw her. She was so beautiful. I felt rage at the thought that some man was doing such a horrible thing as leaving her to eat alone. Only the thought that she had a lover kept me form her. So I would watch her and her sad eyes, as I half-heartedly flirted with the women who occasionally would pass by me. I felt unable to truly flirt anymore. I was in love with this beautiful, sad, woman. Yet I knew little about her.
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I was new to this town. I had always loved eating lunch in the park back home. Luckily for me there was a part just a few blocks away from my new home. I went there to eat for the first time, and I found the most gorgeous of men there at the park. To me it was love at first sight. I couldn't help but return to eat at the same time every day. I was overjoyed to find him there every time I arrived. I eventually began to pack twice as much food in hopes that he would come eat with me. He never did. It was always the same: I would over pack on food, I would eat alone, and he would flirt with just about every woman who walked by. It saddened me greatly to watch him flirt with every woman, yet he wouldn't even talk to me. I felt as if I was out of his league.?