electrical storm

She was the kind of girl you wanted to be with, but not to know. The kind of girl that would make you go and cheat on your significant other, even if it’s just a one-night stand. The girl whose name you’d rather not know for fear that it’s going to be something really stupid. Just breaks the illusion or something, you know? No, of course you wouldn’t. It’s just special.

I didn’t know her the first time I met her, didn’t catch her name, only barely remembered her when I woke up the next morning. Alone, of course. Girls like that never stay long.

After that, I began seeing her everywhere. Parties, around the town, on campus. Everywhere I was, she was. But I didn’t say anything. If it really was her, then it wouldn’t be as fun. It would take all the mystery out of everything, and it would take the mystery out of her.

I didn’t have a lot of friends during those years –ever, really—and so she was sorta like a friend to me. An imaginary friend. Don’t laugh, it’s really not what it sounds like. I mean, I didn’t walk around talking to some apocryphal girlfriend, but it was more like...well, it’s hard to explain. Just special, I guess. I didn’t talk to her much, though. No, I don’t want to know your name, career, where you live. But I do want to know if you would let me buy you a drink. Don’t tell me a thing, sweetie. Just the basics. You’re more fun when you’re a stranger, you know? Just let me do the talking.

It may sound strange, but she was strange, in her own beautiful way. Well, of course she was beautiful, but at the same time, she could be whatever I needed that night. But no name means no commitment, no need for anyone to know. No need for me to care how she feels, if she hates me, or even if she loves me. Like I said, it’s just special.

I heart stories with no sense of direction. Not that this is going anywhere, I swear. ;-;