07 Oct Monica Lewinsky by StoryMalitells

I always got lost staring at her pictures.

Way before I got to hit the follow button, way before I got say hello and way before I got excited when we had our first conversation.

She’s smart, pretty, unapologetically sexy and an enthralling dresser.

The type you meet and you pull out a ring.

The type you meet and you know you met a good thing.

The type you meet and you want to be a better man.

However I’m scared, perturbed and so out of sort. I’m picky with my words, not to say the wrong thing, not to say the right thing at the wrong time, not to say anything at all or not to say too much that will push her away.

I feel a rush of excitement when I get her text and so much desolation when I’m left on read, but I know, I think I know, I feel I know, or do I know though? That I’m the wrong person doing the right things. The right person doing the wrong things, the nobody in the right time, the somebody in the wrong time.

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