We spend our whole lives just living, the same manner, same people, and life just passes by, and then, sometimes everything just stops for a moment, you freeze and can almost count your breath, batting of your eyelashes.
And that’s how I had felt the first time I saw him , no words or customary glances were exchanged , and yet I could feel my heart beating against my chest .
I admit it was a strange experience ,having never really fancied a person of flesh and blood but only those tucked in corners of my sweet smelling books , I felt my world had somehow melted , I almost hated him .
He slept with his mouth wide open , talked too much , and never seemed to lack female company , it annoyed me to a great extent ,I willed myself not to look at him or offer any sign of acquaintance .
But good things only last as long as they do, little by little my armor started breaking, I began to notice him more often. He did not help any further by appearing everywhere I went.Even his casual glance or query made me fly ,my toes would curl and it took every ounce of will not to show it .
I know for a fact that I am nothing that could live up to him , I am still an overgrown child who is clinging to her childish antiques cause she is quite afraid of future and he is a man .
Surprisingly I don't feel heartbroken either , I even feel grateful knowing that I am capable of such emotion , however I cannot bear being his friend .
As of now I am quite uncertain of my future, my passions , but I know one thing with conviction, I will never forget him, I will tuck him in my memory with care along with all the fictional men I have ever fancied and that is saying a lot in itself , wouldn't you say .
And that’s how I had felt the first time I saw him , no words or customary glances were exchanged , and yet I could feel my heart beating against my chest .
I admit it was a strange experience ,having never really fancied a person of flesh and blood but only those tucked in corners of my sweet smelling books , I felt my world had somehow melted , I almost hated him .
He slept with his mouth wide open , talked too much , and never seemed to lack female company , it annoyed me to a great extent ,I willed myself not to look at him or offer any sign of acquaintance .
But good things only last as long as they do, little by little my armor started breaking, I began to notice him more often. He did not help any further by appearing everywhere I went.Even his casual glance or query made me fly ,my toes would curl and it took every ounce of will not to show it .
I know for a fact that I am nothing that could live up to him , I am still an overgrown child who is clinging to her childish antiques cause she is quite afraid of future and he is a man .
Surprisingly I don't feel heartbroken either , I even feel grateful knowing that I am capable of such emotion , however I cannot bear being his friend .
As of now I am quite uncertain of my future, my passions , but I know one thing with conviction, I will never forget him, I will tuck him in my memory with care along with all the fictional men I have ever fancied and that is saying a lot in itself , wouldn't you say .
