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I have this sort of neighbor named Christopher. He's my neighbor's grandson, so he only comes along during the summer. We grew up together. When we were 9 years old, we ran around outside and let our imaginations run with us. From the get go he was charming, intelligent, wonderful, funny, perfect. As we got older he just became more charming, more intelligent, more wonderful, more funny, more perfect. Now that we're older, he has a job and he never shows up. Needless to say, I've always had a little crush on Christopher.
Today, as I was reading a book, I was looked out my window and I saw him out there working with his grandma! I threw on a shirt and some short and ran down there to say hello in hopes that we could spend a little bit of time together.
To my dismay, it was not Christopher. It was his grandmother's nephew, Matthew. Matthew, whom I've never met in my 10 years of living across the street from. He lives in Florida, he is 17 years old, and is already in his 2rd year of college. He's handsome, intelligent, funny, smart, caring, attentive, helpful. It must run in their family blood to be absolutely perfect.
I went out there to be cute for Christopher, but on my walk across the street to my house, I was glad that I looked cute for Matthew.
Of course I'm not saying that I fell in love with him or anything of that kind. I just simple enjoy the exchanged smiles, meeting someone new, friendly eyes, happy conversation. I really needed it. And I'm glad that Betty, the grandmother, and Matthew could provide that for me today.
 Purple Sky Painter · Fri Jun 07, 2013 @ 09:53pm · 0 Comments |
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