I worked there everyday but never noticed her before. She was a young blonde girl, probably a year or two older than me, working at the pretzel shop. She wasn't exactly what you would call attractive. She was an average build with a little extra weight in places, her face a bit contorted and unsymmetrical, her relaxed expression resembled a grimace. From one look at her I could see the sadness in her eyes, the emptiness in her heart, the yearn in her soul. It was then I fell in love with her, I knew she had to be mine.
I watched her come and go to work each day, I saw her nearly shed a tear in worry each time she recieved her weeks pay, her desperation wetted my appetite even more. I was content in loving her from afar, watching her work day in and day out. Seeing the grace in her hands when she would flip the dough to make a perfect pretzel, serving customers with a smile even though inside she was rotting away, toiling for a life she wished she could run from. I fed from her melancholy, revelled in her hopelessness, she was miserable and I loved her for it. This is the way it went on for months.
One night I was taking the trash to the dumpster for the night and she walked in from just taking out hers. I froze. I stared at her so surprised and my limbs became numb. She looked at me with piqued curiosity and asked if I was ok. She talked to me, she saw me, she noticed me, she.....loved me. I ran to her and held her. I could feel her small hands attempt to resist but I couldn't allow it, not after all this time, we couldn't be seperated after all we had gone through. I held her tighter. She kicked and hit me. She was in love. I held tighter and tighter. She made sounds of choking and wheezing, she was speechless to have me in her life. After a while she quit resisting, she went limp in my arms, she was mine. I looked in her eyes and found them completely empty, unblinking, and mine at last. I cried. We were finally together, no one could drive us apart, she was mine forever.