She looks at me.
Her eyes are dark.

I am coming across the atrium.

I think that she could be something I could think about instead of worrying all the time. I think maybe if I knew her I would be able to sleep at night.

I think my clothes would look better on me if I knew her. I think I would gain 5 pounds of muscle if I knew her. I think my erections would come back. I think there would suddenly be more money in my bank account. I think I would see more clearly.

These are feelings I have.