The Lonely.

The Girl he saw.

She walked into the door so flawlessly. 
With her dark tan skin and beautiful dark jet black hair,
he was immedietly infacuated with her. 
Quickly, he ran to talk with her. 
He stopped her on her way out the door and asked for her name.
She smiled and shook her head. 
"Why would you need to know that?" She asked him.
Without hesitation he said,
"Because if I don't know the name to the face, I'll have nothing else to think about except your face."
She laughed at what he had said,

but soon what started as a question became a conversation,
then that conversation turned into a casual friendship, that then
blossomed into a beautiful romance.
He loved her, not just because she was beautiful, but also because she was smart and inventive. 
She grew to love him because of his dream and desire to travel and see the things he had yet to see. 
They married. 
Together they built a home and had four beautiful children.
He fell in love with her over and over again every Sunday morning,
when he'd wake and find his wife and daughter singing in the bathroom
as they got ready for the day. 
He'd smile as he watched his daughter imitate her mother as his wife put on the rest of her make up.
They grew old together as they watched their children grow old and have kids of their own. 
They had sixteen grandkids and one more on the way. 
Together they had started a beautiful tree. 
They grew older and older. 
As time passed he looked at her everyday as if it was the first time he had ever laid eyes on her.
She smiled as if that was the she was looking at him for the first time. 
now both in their sixties, they still loved eachother as if they were

in their twenties.
Soon she got too old to move, and she never woke. 
And he three days later, also passed away in his sleep.
"What a life." He smiled.