Saturday, 11th April 2009
From the first day I met you, I was instantly attracted. Something about you made me feel familiar and safe. I never initiated a conversation because I usually don’t. Not towards someone I am attracted to. You seemed introverted too.
I loved watching you from far. You may not be the perfect hot-looking person with a face anyone would ogle at, but my eyes sinfully glare. Astaghfirullah. My illogic tells me I could look at this face forever. You are my fallacy.
Eventually we had to talk. Talk we did and amuse me much, you did. You. Always in a hurry. Always so busy. Always seem to worry. About this and that but when asked, your answer is that you are fine. I couldn’t quite figure. I made up the impression that you are fragile but always appearing strong. In my private space, I became the person who keeps you from breaking.
I had the fraction of a chance and we were acquainted. I gave myself every reason to not fall for you because that’s what I usually do. I almost always succeed when I do that. I thought once was enough but again, I am admiring imperfections. This time, your imperfections.
If it is you I am writing about, would you want to know?
What I do know, is that I would almost never say…
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