Crossing through the line of traffic that day was the best worst decision I’d ever made. My eyes met a divine queen who was seated at the front seat of her black Porsche or in other words, her throne. I stopped and glanced at her for three seconds hoping she’d recognize me but she payed no mind. I didn’t know this woman but I can tell you everything from looking at her. She had the most translucent personality by the way her silky hair fell on both sides of her face and the way she applied her cherry lip balm on while pounding a 2014 Rihanna song that flowed through her windows leaving the car. To her, she had probably ignored me a mere bystander crossing the traffic at that time but to me, I wondered if I’ll ever lay eyes on my queen again. The morning after, while standing on the pavement waiting to cross the street once again, my lady flew righht passed me, I uttered with the wind to send my words her way, “I know you my long awaited love.” Every morning after for three months, while on my way to work, I’d take the same route just to see her. And one day, she acknowledged me. She let me cross and I winked at her. The highlight of my day was when her cheeks pushed upwards blushing in reaction to my wink. Finally I was brave enough to get her number. And I did, or we did. We held up an unhealthy amount of traffic but in our moment of joy our eyes met and the angry drivers were at the back of our minds. A couple weeks later I sat in her passenger seat sharing coffee with her, making my way to work. Nothing had made me more elated, knowing the wait was worth while. A thousand dates of tasting her cherry lip balm we-

broke up.

And still she was worth the wait. We were soulmates but in a best friend type of way. She settled down had kid and got married, I attended all of her family events and became her kids godfather. We were good and helpful to each other, shared advice and lived peacefully with each other. I would go on to share my little love story with my friends.