i love you. I think i love you.

Your short, boy-cut brown hair is slightly androgynous, but your posture on and elegance on the elliptical make up for it.  I didn't get a smile, or a wave...but I swear we made eye contact for at least a second (which was all I needed, really).

I'd hoped you'd follow me from the cardio section to hit some free weights upstairs...but you stayed faithful to the elliptical, even as I left an hour later.  Still there, treking away.  You're a real piece of art, tall thin girl.  I wonder if you'd wear sandals whenever we would be out in public?  I hate feeling short.

If I ever see you again, I'm going to try reeal hard to talk to you.  Maybe slip you a note that says "i like your asics and form-fitting training shirt."  We could have lunch at the Subway right across the courtyard, and talk about our favorite Arrested Development episodes.

A true taste of heaven.