Inspired by Chasing Pipe Dreams

English has never been my forte, being that it is my second language. I didn't even speak a lick of English until I was 6 years old. I don't normally write. When I do, it's usually some weird and sometimes profound reason that drives me to write. I've never felt real inspiration to write until she became a fixture of my everyday world. At first, it was just something to pass the time going up the elevator. Something to look forward while going to work. It's weird and strange that she is the reason that I started writing. Maybe this is my outlet and I feel like no one can understand why I feel this way. That I must express myself through this medium.

I have lived my life as a cynic, always quick to point out flaws and faults. Yet, when I see her, I can only awe in her beauty. When I picture her in my mind, I can only imagine how special she must be. If she ever reads this, will she be touched by how deep my emotions for her are? Or will she merely quiver at the thought of these unwanted advances?

Indeed, I am merely chasing a pipe dream. I cannot stress how badly I am in over my head. I am the proverbial knife at a gun fight. Is there a chance? Is there anything more cliché than never say never, right? This could be all moot when and if I'm given the chance to get to know her, we have absolutely nothing in common and cannot connect on any level.

Today I got to see her a few times. If I had to go out on a limb, I would have to say she is of Greek descent. She is truly a goddess. It's not a pick-up line sort of expression. I assure you that you would agreed if I showed you her photo. Then again, a photograph may not be able to capture beauty that is so pure. She has all the features of a goddess. It's either that or she's one hell of a siren. Either way, it makes her Greek.