We passed each other on a quiet sidewalk. I had sunglasses on, and I don't think you saw me eyeing you from behind them. I think that's why you weren't shy about looking at me.
You were so beautiful I almost sighed out loud. You're dark and I'm really pale. We're like night and day, and I'm just saying, at dawn and dusk they meet, and those are the most romantic times of day.
I was on my way to the bus stop, so you know. Imagine a girl on the bus fidgeting and daydreaming all because of the way you looked at her from the corner of your eye for just a few seconds. Writing this post -- it's 4:30 in the morning -- my heart rate's up. I hope that image gives you pleasure.