SHE
She catches my eye from across the bus. She tosses her hair--in a messy ponytale-off of her shoulder. The sun catches the red glints in her blonde tresses. A beauty. "I wonder how her Dad will cope with all the boys," I muse.
She is talking with a friend. Oblivious to all the commotion around her. Totally focused on her friend's face and their conversation. She tosses her head back and laughs heartily. Just then, she notices me watching. She ducks her head, slightly embarrassed to have been caught, smiles slyly and continues her conversation.
She probably doesn't realise that she draws eyes with her beauty and her confidence. She wouldn't want to know that. But she does, and it makes me smile.
"Thank you God for giving her to me," I silently whisper. I'll never know why I was so blessed. But I am thankful. She is mine.
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