Desire from a far

It's basically about a girl who has loved this man since the first moment she met him. Its not finished but I'm working on it and i would like to know your opinions!

I’d never been that nervous around a male before. I mean never. Reason being because I happen to have two older brothers, I know that’s cliché to mention but it’s true. Funny enough there’s no BS I'm as tough as nails! (I never understood that ‘tough as nails’ reference if you think about it they’re not that tough really?) But I suppose it was him.

Well this man; I don’t think I’d even be able to communicate into words how many, of what seems to be light-years since I've felt the way I do about this one being. He has these eyes that you take one look and you feel safe, secure, surprised. Surprised that your body could be screaming so many things at once from that one look into the gate ways of his soul. Body; his body is like looking at work of art. Pristine, well looked after but like a piece of art he’s not for everyone and everyone had their own opinion on it. Mine is that I’ll never compare or even be on his level but that doesn't stop me because I know, I just know. I'm not some love sick puppy, at first it was just a little crush. If I only knew what was to come after meeting him that day…

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“Phoebe we’re going to be late?!” yelled with a hint of anger.

“Okay, okay. Chill your beans Alex; I’ll be down in two” reassured Phoebe.

“Well I’m just saying, I heard from Lilly that Rob’s cousin is moving down today. So what’s the chances of him bringing him out?” Alex squealed like the ‘girly’ girl she really is.

“And I care because?” Phoebe said in the most unenthusiastic way possible.

“Don’t give me that. I know you care, if he’s anything like Rob we are in for a treat! And you need to forget about that other… I don’t even know what to call it!” stated Alex just as Phoebe swooped down the aged humongous stairs case.

“All I’m going to say is if this kid is a munter, you are getting it for getting me excited. Okay?” Phoebe announced to Alex as they made their way through the arch way (which is probably ten times the age they were) of the magnificent house.

For some strange reason Phoebe could never understand how someone could have been brought up in an exquisite piece of art like this and yet turn out like Alex. As you walk up to what seem like it could be a mansion. It’s almost too much to take in all at once. Concrete pillars that were as tall as the eye could see, either side of the immaculate carved from hand (so I'm told) old oak double doors. Everything looks as if it had been planned down to the very last detail even on the Asymmetric Vintage Door Knob. You walk in, you’re in a dream. The décor screams out for your attention, to be gazed upon, to be admired. Everything is so elegant, so pristine, and so untouchable.   

Author's Note

I'm really terrible at grammar so any edits would be welcome. I'm interested in everyone's opinion and will take them into account. Enjoy! I also have a little problem with what tense I'm writing but I'm working on it...