My finger hovered over the post, debating whether to click on it. After hovering for a while, I finally pressed it. By this point, I stood in my room and tried not to look at him for too long.
But I couldn't help myself, so I sat and held the phone as close as possible to my face. I wanted his image tattooed on my eye socket. When I was sure I had his face engraved into my memory, I moved the phone back a little to get a good look at that picture.
After looking, I moved the phone back and forth, away and then closer, with my face twisted in confusion and wonder. Is that? No, it can't be. Why does he look so familiar but unknown at the same time? Looking further, I realized I didn't know him, but he was cute.
My eyes searched the post itself, looking for any indication of who this man could possibly be, but there wasn't a tagged username or anything. All this excitement has tired me out, finally.
Hmm, well, wherever you are, boy, find me.
