I Got Those "Blog" Title Blues

"Do you need a light?" she asked in a tone that mocked my antics. I needed a moment to practise my words and restrain my pounding heart. Suddenly I felt a crack emerge in my lips. Was I about to say something? I wasn't in control.

"That would be most kind, thank you", I stammered with embarrassment.

I was confused; stood in front of me was possibly the fairest of the fairer sex, yet I couldn't help but think there was nothing fair about this situation at all. The situation where I'm in love and hating myself for it, knowing that this girl will eventually vanish from my eye, yet remain on my mind. You see, love is a disease to me and women are the carriers. There's no cure for that. She had the bluest of eyes with a hint of yellow in them, long brown hair that fell down her front, and dark red lips that reflected the half-lit moon. I could tell I was merely another stranger on another windy street longing for her affection, as well as her body.

She giggled as she raised the lighter to my face, as if to say "you're a fool, but a charming one". The flame hit the tip of the cigarette and I inhaled. I was waiting for that first puff of smoke to be carried off by the wind to reveal an empty space in front of me, as though my encounter with the girl had just been my imagination distracting me from something. The fog ascended and vanished but there she was, just as beautiful as I had promised myself. I felt a bit more at ease having exchanged a couple of words. The cigarette helped, too.

"How about a drink?" I asked with a certain fear in my voice.