This is more or less a story to try out my writing skills:

I've woken again, during the night with thoughts of her on my mind. It's
odd how this reoccurring dream intrigues my senses. It fully brightens the moment, like seeing the star lit sky for the first time. The rush of emotion creeping by. She's always in it, the girl I've never met in my physical state. As a waiting angel when i dream and see her face. We seem to have so much fun together. She makes me feel the state of nirvana in my dream. Yet when i wake i can never remember her face. The only thing i seem to remember is the emotion we feel and her fantastic mental attitude. I go through out the day trying to spot this girl in my physical life. All i seem to find is pieces of her attributes in each female I meet. So I'm forced to dream until the day i meet this angel in my life. Hopefully i will have the balls to speak, so i want see her walk out never knowing if she was mine. The girl who lumbers deep in my sleep.

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feels amateur.

The last couple lines sort of blew the floating, dreamlike idea. The next to last line because the wording seemed off to me. In the last line I don't think "lumbering" was a good word choice. Lumbering makes me think of John Wayne in an old western. Unless, of course, you mean a big burly woman. haha Lola? To me the word "balls" was more for emphasis, but I don't know if it was really necessary.

From a romantics point of view, it was nice. Not over the top imagerywise, but you got the points across. It's a very common thing to feel no matter the age. Some find it and some never do.
I think it's a good piece for a start. Maybe you can elaborate on it thoughts or lines at a time and see if you can punch it up a bit.

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