He had always assured me not to hold back and I guess today was the day.
I exploded feeling the most surreal feeling ever not finding the right word to explain the warmth and love I felt for him.
The most beautiful thing of it all wasn't just the lu...
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"Wow" is all i could manage to say. I can't find the right words to explain the beauty of this gorgeous creation in front of me. Wow is a small word, I know but I can't be more glad to know that it's the only word that escaped my mouth. It helped me save my breath to try and describe what I'm seeing or feeling right now because even if I start by a looking over a dictionary by my side I couldn't. I feel like I would start choking on my words if i overwork my brain to come up with words of how ravishing I'm finding what I see. And it's not just the look of it, but the feeling it brings is even more undescribable. I don't think I could ever delineate my feelings into words. But maybe words are overrated.
Just when I thought things could not get more beautiful, here I am. In Rome. Even though I had people around me admiring the same eye catching pieces from Capitoline yet I don't think they'll look at it that way. My way. I'm here breathlessly admiring each and every detail and they're looking for the perfect light to capture an image, maybe to post on their Instagrams or twitters with the caption "Ugh! beauty" when they barely even looked at it.
I roam around, a camera hanging by my neck. I take small pictures of the details just to remember and bring that feeling back when I saw them for the first time. I leave the crowded room and enter a quieter one. "That's weird" I whisper to myself but keep looking around, not really minding the silence.
Each and ever piece is just as breathtaking as the last but there's this one that stands out from all of them. I don't know what's about it but the curves of it's finger tips, the details of it's veins popping out, those collar bones, the naked chest that seems to stand up giving that godly look, or that little arch of his jawline that seems to cut through anything.
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But the best of them all, those eyes. I mean, it may sound absurd but when I looked at those eyes, they seemed to look back at me. As if I'm not the only spectator and that gorgeous sculpture is of me as i am of his.
I've never seen this before. I mean, yeah it's my first time here but I think I have enough knowledge about art from the Internet. This must be new here. I turn my head to find the tag of the artist and name of this sculpture but can't find any.
Maybe I'm in a prohibited area.
Shit! I must be in a prohibited area because there's no one around, I think to myself as I look around. But something tells me to stay. After all, I'm here and no one has caught me yet so better to just make the good amount of it. Right?
I look back at the mysterious sculpture and something changed. Not like it moved or anything, I don't believe in that voodoo whatever that is. That energy. It changed. It intensified and I really don't know how. His gaze seemed....stronger.
