The day I tell her how I feel.

This is it.

It's the day I tell her how I feel. 

I corrected my tie in the mirror.

I shrugged of this tense feeling.

And left soon after.

On my way.

I stopped by the flower shop.

She reminded me of a Lilly.

So unique and delicate.

I smiled at the cashier.

I hurried to the end of the street.

I looked at my watch.

She'll be at that corner shop, any moment. 

I waited at the red light.

And impatiently tapped my foot. 

The light hit green.

I rushed to cross over.

I heard the sounds of car breaks.

Shrieking loudly. 

I looked to my right.

And sure enough.

A truck was about to hit me.

I looked across the street.

There she was.

Beautiful, vibrant.

And she was looking at me.