He was a breath of fresh air when I met him. It almost felt like he rescued me. Like a cold beer went through my throat, making me shiver and happy with the stinging sensation. I noticed he was everything I wasn’t. He was carefree, successful, had friends, was popular, and he was just so clear about so many things in life. He was clear he wanted me just because, without attaching any labels to it. He was clear he wanted it all. Not fragments of life where you leave some, lose some and gain some. He was all in for the long haul. And yet, he was sure this would end one day.
He gave me a push in life without actually saying a word that implicates it. Just his presence changed the way I functioned in life. He made me realize that I am attractive and desirable and have a right to demand what I want. His presence inspired me to go beyond my comfort and write about the world without any inhibitions. Because of him, I realized that this is not the end of my free will or of the girl who had dreams that were unusual and very difficult to understand. His presence and passion for his work made it impossible for anyone not to notice him or find him attractive. He was a freaking gorgeous face that couldn’t hide anywhere, and no one could possibly look the other way when he’s constantly blabbering about the world around him.
But guess what? There is nothing but silence now. He is just not there. But, I remember the breath of fresh air, and that face. I cherish it every day.