Love in hindsight

Ali’s POV . I usually see her in my dreams , standing there and trying the normal . I know what she is and how she feels about me. She is like an angel who communicates with her own thoughts and emotions . “I need to paint her ” mutters Ali . He takes a paint brush from his canvas and offers light strokes towards the gleaming board . seeing her going through the market swaying in her sophisticated style still makes me wonder why such a beautiful creature would galavant through the world looking stress on a Thursday afternoon . Light.rhythmically strokes . singing , she deserves a radical change for being this beautiful and sexy. What is she looking for in the market place . I have to walk up to her and tell her how I feel what she makes me think and how I go through time searching for her and her life story . This woman is the one for me . I can feel it . “Hey , how do you do , how have you been !” This is how I would create an easy conversation with her . The only way I can do that is to talk to her about the same things she does for me until she feels comfortable with me. Like a reasonable conversation with her would make her happy.