27 Oct 2009
Her. You've seen Her a hundred times in your life. What made you look up while walking along a city sidewalk head down, sitting on a bench in the park, eating lunch? Was it the click if Her high heels on the pavement, it might have been a glimpse of Her perfectly manicured toes over your newspaper. Perhaps it was Her scent as she passed you or the swish of Her nylons as she walked by.
You look up as she passes. Her.
Her; you have never even seen Her face. Her; the one with no human bodily functions. Her; the perfect woman. Perfectly shaped. Perfectly sized. Perfectly dressed. She will never change.
She stays with your mind's eye - Her image burned into your brain for minutes, hours, maybe weeks.
Her - the one - if only.