Day 152

The Crush

He just stood there,
Amazed by her beauty.
It was the kind that even Helen would've envied.
His entire being filled with
The flutters of a million butterflies.
He played the movie of here laughter
Over and over in his head.
Her head thrown back,
Her hair shuffling softly against her shoulders.
He convinced himself she was a goddess.
Her inevitable denial
Unbearable.
He just stood there.
Colossus.
One foot on solid ground.
One on chance.
He could not stand idly by
While she sailed away, out from under him,
Unaware of his love.
He would need to
Act. Speak. Move.
She certainly could not love him like this.
He tried to go to her.
The butterflies panicked.
They were happy right where they were.
He just stood there.
Paralyzed.
Mute.
Dizzy.
Sick with fear, passion, anger
As she walked away. 
He just stood there.