alexsandria

I'm watching her in the window across the way as she dances around the kitchen doing this and doing that.
Her "boy cut" hair sitting undisturbed on her beautiful head.
She chats smiling with a person who exists beyond the window and outside my reality.
She lights a sage leaf and blows at it to get it going. she waves the leaf around some and then drops it into a bowl and waves her arms furiously around it to spread the smell.
She chats some more and then steps back, grabs her hands over her head and streches with a big smile,
turns and walks out of the room.

In this moment I feel I am in love with this woman. In my mind we have had a long history and I know her personality and love it. We've had times good and bad but in the end it just couldn't work. I still miss her dearly, and wonder if she still misses me....
But in reality nothing of that story is true. In fact I have only spoken to her a couple times. I know her name is Janine and she just so happens to be my friend Annie's exgirlfriend.