boy. ”
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“With a woman like that,” I said to my friends, “it is worth a shot. I may never get another chance. ”
“Damn! Lover Boy has officially lost it,” Mercutio laughed .
The mu sic continued to play and then the music went from a faster upbeat song to a beautiful slower-paced one. It was a slow, methodical beautiful rendition of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” played by a man singing very soulfully and only playing an acoustic guitar for accompaniment.
I stared at Juliet and held my breath. This was my moment. My nerves were rattling. I needed to approach her. I needed to speak with her. S he moved her way off the dance floor alone and in my direction. I was pretty sure that she hadn’t seen me yet because our eyes hadn’t met. Like a zombie, I walked in her direction. She was more toward the first-baseman side of the infield.
As the music played, I walked toward her. Before I knew it, I found myself face-to-face with this young woman. She looked up at me and our eyes locked in once again .
She stared at m e as if she knew me. I confidently look ed into h er eyes, and I knew for a fact that I had never met her. So, I said, “Apparently, we had junior high together.”
“Things were different back then,” she said.
“I know. I wasn’t that aware of girls.”
She looked at me and smiled. “Has that changed?” she asked.
I laughed. “Yes, it has.” I looked at Juliet Capulet and was just taken in by her beauty. She looked like a porcelain doll, with fragile beauty, but the confidence in her eyes told me that she could take care of herself. She stared at me endlessly, and I wondered what she saw.
“What do you see?” I asked, not even realizing I had asked the question.
Juliet looked at me and her eyes sparkled. “I see a beautiful man.” That answer surprised me. I had never been called beautiful before, but the way she said it, I understood what she meant by it.
“What do you see?” she asked.
“I see the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. But that is not all that I see,” I said.
She looked at me and curiously asked, “What else do you see?”
“I can see the rivers run deep within you.”
“As they do with you,” she replied. W e stood there staring at each other for what seem like minutes when the silence was broken by her saying, “I like this song,” she said softly, leaning in toward me. Our bodies were slowly being drawn closer and closer until we were inches apart , face to face.
“It is now my favorite song,” I said.
“Why is that?”
“It was pl aying when you finally looked saw me.”
“This is not the first time I have seen you, ” Juliet looked at me with a bit of mischief in her eye.
“It ’ s not?” I asked.
“No. Las t week I was walking near Bowling Green and I saw you working.”
“ At the butcher shop? Why didn ’ t you come in?”
“I couldn ’ t.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“Afraid you wouldn’t want to see me, ” she said honestly.
“How could I not want to see you? The second I was aware of you on the subway, I was smitten.” I reached out my hands and I held her hand s as our arms hung by our side. “Now, I can feel you. ”
“I feel you, too,” she said . “ I am Juliet.”
“I know,” I said. “ I am Romeo .”
“I know.”
We continued to stare. My heart was outside my skin. This beautiful, young woman had me completely expose d S"+0/font> . My heart was completely full.
“Is this real?” I asked .
“I hope so.” She let go of my hand and pin ched my arm. “Did you feel that?” she asked.
“Yes, I did.”
“T hen t his is very real. ” She then rea ched back down and entwined my fingers with hers .
I stared at Juliet and words just came over me and I said them out loud, “I can see you because I adore you. ”
Juliet looked at me and smiled and then something seemed to come over her and she answered my statement, “I
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“With a woman like that,” I said to my friends, “it is worth a shot. I may never get another chance. ”
“Damn! Lover Boy has officially lost it,” Mercutio laughed .
The mu sic continued to play and then the music went from a faster upbeat song to a beautiful slower-paced one. It was a slow, methodical beautiful rendition of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” played by a man singing very soulfully and only playing an acoustic guitar for accompaniment.
I stared at Juliet and held my breath. This was my moment. My nerves were rattling. I needed to approach her. I needed to speak with her. S he moved her way off the dance floor alone and in my direction. I was pretty sure that she hadn’t seen me yet because our eyes hadn’t met. Like a zombie, I walked in her direction. She was more toward the first-baseman side of the infield.
As the music played, I walked toward her. Before I knew it, I found myself face-to-face with this young woman. She looked up at me and our eyes locked in once again .
She stared at m e as if she knew me. I confidently look ed into h er eyes, and I knew for a fact that I had never met her. So, I said, “Apparently, we had junior high together.”
“Things were different back then,” she said.
“I know. I wasn’t that aware of girls.”
She looked at me and smiled. “Has that changed?” she asked.
I laughed. “Yes, it has.” I looked at Juliet Capulet and was just taken in by her beauty. She looked like a porcelain doll, with fragile beauty, but the confidence in her eyes told me that she could take care of herself. She stared at me endlessly, and I wondered what she saw.
“What do you see?” I asked, not even realizing I had asked the question.
Juliet looked at me and her eyes sparkled. “I see a beautiful man.” That answer surprised me. I had never been called beautiful before, but the way she said it, I understood what she meant by it.
“What do you see?” she asked.
“I see the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. But that is not all that I see,” I said.
She looked at me and curiously asked, “What else do you see?”
“I can see the rivers run deep within you.”
“As they do with you,” she replied. W e stood there staring at each other for what seem like minutes when the silence was broken by her saying, “I like this song,” she said softly, leaning in toward me. Our bodies were slowly being drawn closer and closer until we were inches apart , face to face.
“It is now my favorite song,” I said.
“Why is that?”
“It was pl aying when you finally looked saw me.”
“This is not the first time I have seen you, ” Juliet looked at me with a bit of mischief in her eye.
“It ’ s not?” I asked.
“No. Las t week I was walking near Bowling Green and I saw you working.”
“ At the butcher shop? Why didn ’ t you come in?”
“I couldn ’ t.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“Afraid you wouldn’t want to see me, ” she said honestly.
“How could I not want to see you? The second I was aware of you on the subway, I was smitten.” I reached out my hands and I held her hand s as our arms hung by our side. “Now, I can feel you. ”
“I feel you, too,” she said . “ I am Juliet.”
“I know,” I said. “ I am Romeo .”
“I know.”
We continued to stare. My heart was outside my skin. This beautiful, young woman had me completely expose d S"+0/font> . My heart was completely full.
“Is this real?” I asked .
“I hope so.” She let go of my hand and pin ched my arm. “Did you feel that?” she asked.
“Yes, I did.”
“T hen t his is very real. ” She then rea ched back down and entwined my fingers with hers .
I stared at Juliet and words just came over me and I said them out loud, “I can see you because I adore you. ”
Juliet looked at me and smiled and then something seemed to come over her and she answered my statement, “I
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