He walked down the block towards the park. It wasn’t exactly a shortcut to anywhere. If anything it was a longcut. His walks were definitely longer these last few weeks, ever since he noticed her sitting there. He didn’t remember what had brought him to the park, but there she was. Like an angel straight from heaven, sitting on a bench reading. Since then he couldn’t stay away. At first he made excuses to himself why he needed to go through the park. He needed the exercise and fresh air. He needed to stop and smell the roses. But he knew that the only rose he ever wanted to smell was her. So perfect and pristine that he couldn’t imagine ever actually approaching her. He feared that she would take wing and fly away like a delicate bird. As he entered the gate, he spied her out of the corner of his eye. Long raven hair like the endless night framing her soft pale skin and blue-green ocean eyes. He quickly turned away.Had she caught him staring? Oh, how he prayed that she would be sitting there again tomorrow.