March 12, 2003

• OK boys and girls I have a confession to make. . . I’ve actually found the most beautiful woman on campus. Every time I see her my heart stops so it can take the time to gaze unhindered of my chest. She has very long dark hair, a face parallel to none and sparkling eyes that would make the very stars cry in jealousy. She always wears a full length skirt and a blue Victorian-style coat and loves to smile. I just today realized what her name was but she has yet to tell me herself. When I tell you all how I know her name you are going to not believe me because it is quite incredible.

  
  

        I remember the first time I saw her: it was a windy October afternoon and the sky was cloudy. I was very lonely; I had only one friend at the time and that was my roommate. As I walked down the sidewalk beneath the trees she just appeared out of nowhere. It was the blue coat that caught my eye first, followed by the flowing skirt beneath it. That and her eyes. I swear they saw right through me. I was late to class because once I saw her I stopped in my tracks and just watched until she disappeared from sight. Ever since then I’ve thought about her from time to time and didn’t see her again until I returned to school for second semester.

  
  

  Now I see her every day and it was just this Monday that I found myself sitting a few tables away and inspiration hit me like lightening. Being the poet that I am I wrote a lovely poem and then I sat there praying to God for the courage to deliver this work to her. She was sitting at a table with some friends and I did not wish to interrupt.

  
  

  God answered.

  
  

  As soon as I said “amen” she got up and walked over to a computer to check her email. I then grabbed my backpack and strode over. She turned towards me as I approached.

  
  

  “Hey,” she said in the sweetest voice imaginable.

  
  

  “Good afternoon. Um. . . I couldn’t help but be inspired so I wrote you something. I hope you enjoy it.”

  
  

  I handed her the piece of paper and she said nothing. Then I nodded my head politely and turned to walk away.

  
  

  “Have a good day milady,” I said.

  
  

  “You too.”

  
  

  That night I dreamt of her. I was sitting in the Union  with her and she told me her name was Sabrey.

  
  

  When I woke up the next morning I KNEW that was her real name, I just knew it.

  
  

  Well a few minutes ago I was sitting with her at a table because all other seats were full. I introduced myself but she already knew my name because I had signed the poem. She loved it! Soon we had a brief discussion about Spring Break and I told her I was taking the bus home. I then asked her of her plans and she said her parents were coming to get her. I asked from where and her answer stopped my heart in its gallop.

  
  

  Iowa.

  
  

  My mind was reeling in amazement! What coincidence! We then were quiet for a time and as she prepared to leave I caught a glimpse of one of the papers she was working on. Written in the blank labeled “Name” was one immaculate mass of phonetic symbols:

  
  

  Sabrey.

  
  

  Is this scary or what people? I don’t know what to do. . . . I feel like I’m living in a movie or something. .

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