When I asked if you wanted to "ride along", you probably noticed my cheeks turn bright red, I didn't mean to sound so perverted. Your simple "sure" confirmed the self-conscious alarm going off in my head. You should expect another scandalous slip-up or awkward babble on our next chance meeting. I'm clumsy when I get nervous.
If I don't smile, and keep my head down, or look through my purse too much, it just means, "I'm anxiously happy to see you again. It makes my day so much better".
My bitchiness is hiding the butterflies in my stomach.
You couldn't possibly understand my horrible habit of over-analyzing your every move, after our encounters. I've decided your "You too.", was just your coy way of telling me you think I'm as beautiful as a young Audrey Hepburn with the sex appeal of a Victoria's Secret model, that drives you crazier than that final level of Halo you just can't seem to beat.
It's probably best that you don't, I have a tendency to misinterpret crazy for cutesy.
I always notice you pass by my office on the way to the bathroom. I'm glad you haven't discovered the restroom on your floor because the best part of my day is when I look up and we share that momentary smile. When this happens, things don't seem to suck.
I suppose this is my love letter. Redeemable at any closing elevator door, should I slide in at the last second one day and you feel an overwhelming urge to kiss me.
You look like a boy who holds the door open for every one and honestly enjoys doing it. I thought I saw those manners in others before only to realize how foolish I can be, but I still endlessly look for the goodness in people every day, in the blankest of faces, because of nothing more than a childish dream, a smirk, and eyes that always look up. I pray that I always do.
I know your charm is just an auto-pilot function, but that's alright by me. I'm not high maintenance, I just want a boy who can make me smile. There's no limit to how many times you can tug on my heartstrings, so have at it.
Promise our timing can always be that good. I'll be expecting you, should our paths cross again, to keep the door open.
INT. - ELEVATOR -DAY
GIRL, mid 20's, pretty, dressed in young, yet professional business attire steps into th...
SOOO.... HERE IT IS!!!! The final edit of "An Elevated Love Story" it's the high res version with a few new sound and picture fixes that I think make everything a little cleaner and more enjoyable for your viewing pleasure!
Thank you again for all of your love on this little film!
It's been a year in the making... but HERE IT IS!
NOTE: I can not thank blbest enough for inspiring me to be brave and make this movie!!!!
Hope you all enjoy it!