Predestined would seem pretty accurate if you see what I see. If you could just borrow my eyes for a fraction of a moment, you would understand my thoughts, my frustrations, my wants. The trouble is this, you cannot borrow my eyes. You cannot see the glaring similarities, the perfect characteristics that should push two objects together. You cannot see it. I suppose I am alone. No one sees the obtuse truths pouring out of every inch of the two beings. Could I be wrong? Did I hear him wrong? I suppose that anything is quite possible. Why is it so strong? He must have a gravity. He must have a force. The source of it though, I still cannot pinpoint. The face is so potent. He is a drug. But he is so distant, unreadable, foreign. It’s almost as if God is taunting every woman this man comes into contact with. It’s almost as if God is taunting ME. How could one person fit every mold I have set aside? How could one person meet every standard I ever set? How could one person be so perfect physically, mentally, spiritually, musically and be out of my reach? Am I over analyzing? Yes. I shall just wait. Father Time? Please spare my heart.
