At the library I
had some work to accomplish at one of their computers. It was
crowded, and I took a seat at one on the children's side. Many
people use these computers and the keyboards are shaky at times,
the white paint denoting the letters on each key nearly obscured
by constant use. But not to worry, I just had something to print
out, and opening WORD, the first thing I saw, strangely enough,
wasn't my document at all, but something left by someone else,
and being the snoop that I am I decided to read it before sending
it to the trash. Here it is:
calling her with her Babygirl, rather than that name he'd given
her, because it's more lyrical and intimate, and because, when it
comes down to it, I'm jealous . So much for the ways of men.
She's petite, and being so, makes me feel so much more a man. Her
hair is coal-black, and has curls, whose curves were calculated
by the gods themselves, and therefore perfection, shot with a
single strand of pure silver that runs straight through to my
heart, and only accentuates the blackness, as dark and shadowy as
Conrad's Heart of Darkness, as dark as Conrad himself. This
tangle of darkness and silver runs to her shoulders, and falls
softly across them in repose.
below that are sweet dark chocolate explosions, radiating outward
from the depths of her soul. They are, all in all, the most
dangerously engaging eyes I have ever beheld, and I know to be
cautious around them. Her smile reveals teeth that dazzle with a
brilliance that vies with the sun, which always comes out a poor
second. She knows this, and for him to save face when she catches
herself laughing, which is often as not, she covers her mouth
with her fingers, which appear delicate on account of their size,
yet are incredibly strong like the rest of her. What do I think
of her? I liked her the moment I saw her.
All this is
written on a whim, with the slight fever, of what was it she
called it? A crush.
I think we'll
be fine as long as there's some distance between us. It makes her
feel safe. If we were closer it would make me blurt out the fact
that I feel she is the sun and the moon, and probably put her
off. So right now I say let us be cautious, and let the bet ride.
We can be only winners or losers, neither is all that bad. Love
is the only ultimate gamble besides death, and you only lose your
heart one time with certainty. Sometimes, if you're lucky enough,
that's exactly what happens.
suspects me of trying to seduce her with words and asks me
straight out, I'm going to answer, "Babygirl, that's exactly what
the influence of F. Scott Fitzgerald and the effect of a truly
I found this
piece extremely interesting, it was stylish, and seemed sincere
at the same time, which is a rare combination. It was only too
obvious that whoever wrote it had it bad for this girl, whoever
she was, and I longed to meet her myself.
It wasn't my
work, and I was ready to trash it, when I noticed the top of some
letters that were cut off, they were so low on the page. So then
I scrolled down.
something unusual. It said: