Her Aftertaste

As the Cold breeze of the first month of winter season passes through me, I'm reminded of her again. It was this exact day, three years ago that I met her. A physical manifestation of my dreams. These winds carry the smell of cherry blossoms. That's what her scent was. The Scent of cherry blossoms was always on me when I was with her. The cherry blossoms are the symbol of peace and comfort. She was a cherry blossom for me. Whenever I closed my eyes to sleep at night, I'd see her face lighting up as it did that time we went to the beach. The sun was just about to set. She looked at me with her blue sparkling eyes as the rays of the sun hit her pale skin and said, "Doesn't this beautiful sunset make you feel lucky to be alive?". I looked at her and replied, "She sure does." Whenever I'd see her I'd always be captivated by her smile. She didn't have the perfect smile. She had a chipped tooth in the top left corner of her mouth which added to her already un measurable cuteness. It wasn't that she was perfect. It was that She was perfectly Imperfect for someone like me. And that is why I fell in love with her. And I know All of this may sound really corny and cliche but isn't life just a collection of ironic and cliche encounters and events.
I met her in a coffee shop one evening, Or I should say saw her. Since I never was the overly confident and outspoken guy it took me a while to muster up the courage to engage in a conversation with her. And the fact that she was so intimidatingly beautiful didn't help either. After I saw her in that coffee shop I started going there more often after work. And I realized she only came there after seven on tuesdays. And as it would turn out, So did I. For weeks I observed her from afar, thinking to myself, 'Will she turn me down if I asked her out?', 'I want to talk to her but what do you say to a total stranger whom you've been stalking for two weeks?', 'How does this even work?'. These questions would often run through my mind whilst I stared at her. I can still remember it like it was three years ago. And sorry I don't want to use the overly cliche line here. This story is probably already too corny. She had a blue jean jacket on with a white shirt underneath and wore grey denim pants. And by that description I'm almost certain I wasn't in love with her fashion sense. It was her blue mesmerizing eyes and beautiful blonde silky hair And her raspy voice-which I heard when she was talking to the waitress- that captivated my attention and made my hormones go wild like a newly turned 18 year old on a new years party. As corny as it may sound, I knew then that she was the ONE.
I had to talk to her even if it meant completely humiliating myself. And my underlying inferiority complex and self loathing nature did not help at all. But, despite all odds and everything I believed in, I somehow became a Man that day And talked to the girl I saw in the coffee shop three years ago. It didn't go as planned but it was, without a shadow of a doubt the best decision I had ever made.

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