You

His lush brown eyes
Bright white smile
Eyebrows shaped
Muscular Physique
Slick Shaven Hair
The smell of Lynx, overwhelms my nostrils
Your crisp white shirt clings to every muscle on your body

And then a hand
Feminine and petite cling to your waste
And then a face
Small and petite with flowing hair, draping
He has a girl?
She moves in and they begin to kiss
My eyes begin to burn,
I thought you were the one
Now I certainly no that you werent

*I know this is quite sad but oh well jus some random thought.. it does happen in reality though