I always wondered what started all this? When and how he entered my day? How did his face, his body, his powerful and rough hands become so familiar to me? How did that particular fragrance has stayed in my thoughts? Why do I dread and also hope to cross his paths now and then? Why do I have to make continuous efforts to brush off the thoughts of his body pressing mine? Why does it still feel like meeting him would rewrite a day in my life? Not as if I was looking for someone to fill the void and make me feel all of these things. I was just plainly being myself, appreciating a beautiful guy for who he is.
And there he was! Looking as graceful as he can and entirely in his element, unaware of what’s to come. So passionate about his work and so thorough in his talks. He looked like he was bossing through his life and not the other way around, definitely unlike me. His hands moved in unison with what he was saying, and I couldn’t decide what I should focus on. His hands or his beautiful face or the talk or his lips! Or that perfectly shaped body, the one that persuades you to break your silence and appreciate the beauty without thinking about the future. The type of guy that makes it impossible to contain any emotions and pretty much jeopardizes all your plans towards life.
He is something else, he is many things in one. And yet nothing to me.
herbeautifulchaos 