A Story About A Girl

This past Saturday, I went to the arcades to stretch my legs a little. I broke out my dancing shoes and hit the DDR machines. I never thought that this kind of thing could happen to me, especially at an arcade, but I met the girl of my dreams there.

Amidst the crowd of tired unhealthy looking game players, there shone a single magnificent star. She lit up the dark room with her smile and I couldn't help but stare as she brushed the hair away from her face. She wore long blue jeans that neatly ended as her white sneakers with blue stripes started. She had on a large beige jacket with a furry collar enveloping her neck. Underneath the jacket a v-neck medium dark purple with a design that had all sorts of colors mixed messily together. The shirt ran just barely down to her jeans so that if she were to put her arms in the air to stretch, the pale petite flesh known as her mid-section would have been exposed.

Luckily nothing like that happened as you can tell by me being here and being able to write this post instead being confined in the hospital suffering from a heart attack.

Anyone who approached her quickly realized they had made a mistake. She was on a completely different level than anyone there. But of course, I had it in my mind that I was different. Here I was, in my sweat pants and t-shirt, covered in sweat, walking towards her thinking of how to handle the situation. My palms were sweating. Thoughts racing. Here was the moment of truth...

Someone stood up.

He was finished playing his game. He was ready to go. He took the data card out and said his goodbyes to all his friends. He walked out the door. Along with him, went the girl.

I can only assume that they weren't together. He didn't seem like the kind of guy a girl like her would be interested in. He was far too overbearing and eccentric. She was shy but sociable. They weren't really suited for each other. I don't believe that this was the end of it. I have a feeling that I'll run into her again someday. Actually, I know I will. This world isn't big enough that our paths wouldn't cross again.

So I wonder to myself how she will be dressed next time. Glasses? A Choker? Or maybe a Ponytail? The possibilities run endlessly in my mind. But for now, I can only go by her name that was whispered as she was leaving.

Asuka.....

You have my heart.
David