I was scrolling through Hot avis On campus about midnight last night, thinking of my long flight home to Japan and humming a tune to myself. The pub was chortling in its gay way and the mods cast a glow over the chat as everyone scatters, while my own path was swept with shadow. I saw her for barely a second; she entered and exited my life with the swiftness of thought. A flaxen-haired maiden bathing in Pub. In the moment that I saw her I can say that I was transfixed. Such an intimate moment between complete strangers! Our eyes met(mine did anyways), but in a way that showed me she expected not to be disturbed in her roleplay . She did not shrink away though, and I should be lying if I said there was no admiration of her physical self on my part. Her curves gave glory to the divine hand that made her, and the fairness of her skin radiant with its own moonglow was to me proof that she was no ordinary avatar. Such is the description given to all the forest and water nymphs of lore, and my conviction is that I will never again have such an intense romantic reaction to a fellow creature compared to the smiting I received at her gaze last night. I spent the remainder of my flight in the tortuous throes of heartbreak, for though I only knew her for a moment, in that moment I fell in love. The distance between our souls was infinitesimal, but I was helpless to span the gap. What was I to do, I ask you? Following would have turned her from me, as from her perspective my following would awaken suspicion of foul motives. I had no option but to keep scrolling, and with my retreat went all possible means of reconnecting. I have convinced myself that it was a fortunate thing in the end; since we cannot meet again, I won't have to relinquish my pure and perfect memory of the nymph of Pub. Doubtless this world wouldn't have allowed a love like that to survive, but in my dreams she will live on, as perfect as the moment I knew her. If she is out there, I hope she knows that I love her. A wild thing is not meant to be owned, and so I do not lay claim to her love in any way, but she should know that I hope that she is warm and safe wherever she is, for wild things need shelter and comfort too. If I should ever see the maiden again, I wouldn't stop, but I would slow down just enough to tell her the words I want her to hear. You are loved.