Now babe, don’t expect to find a beginning to this story. Neither a beginning, nor an end. No man. The teller ain’t have no idea ‘bout how to start or how to stop. No trainin’ in story tellin’. Just moving with an urge to tell a story. The story of her.

 

See? She’s there again, sitting at the same corner as she did the day before, sipping –let’s see, hmmm… seems like lemonade from where I spy her- yeah, sipping her lemonade. Oh man, how a sweet lemonade her own self is! And, and I’d do anything for her, man. Anything. I’d go climb the top of the world and get back before she woke up. Oh my, wouldn’t I! Wouldn’t I, if only she asked.

 

How she resembles to some spring wind, don’t you think! What a beauty, man, what a beauty!

 

Let’s see. No rush. Now, lemme think for a moment. Just wanna tell you when I first met her, but I need to clear this mind of mine first. It’s no easy biz with her presence around.

 

God, it’s been so very long. I keep on running to her, studying, examining her for close to nine months now. For nine months, each’n’every damn day. Yeah, that is what I call admiration, babe. Yeah this is how I adore her.

 

It was one sweet afternoon, the sweetest afternoon of my whole life, when I first caught sight of her. Did she realize me! Yes man, ‘course she did. She glanced at me with those deep eyes of hers, as if her looks could see through me. How I didn’t want that moment to end. Oh how funky she was in that outfit of all colors! But mostly blue, as the depths of her eyes. Sure thing, she looked like a goddess.
A goddess I could smell from across the street where I was nailed to the ground by her view. Wow… Now that was the first sight of her in this wicked life.