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And I am a true lover.
Someone who loved someone even after knowing that I'll never even get to talk to him.
He loved someone else. And that was the most painful feeling for me. I came here in this beautiful park to seek shade under an old leafless tree. That's when I saw a man coming inside the park. He sat under a tree that was behind where I was sitting.
He was drawing something, more like someone.
He was so concentrated on that girl he was watching. I wished it was me.
But I could only wish.
This was the first day I came in this park. And to my utter pleasure I came across this beautiful creation of God. But it was anything but a pleasing emotion to see him watch someone else while I watched him.
He drew her; almost intimately. As if catching down every single detail of her structure.
He drew her and I drew him. Admiring every feature cautiously, I sketched him.
Capturing every detail there was to capture. And I was surprised because of how familiar it felt to draw him.
He looked so ethereal; like an angel.
If angels did exist, he would absolutely be one.
And that was the effect he had on me the first time I saw him.
I wondered what I'll feel when I might know him.
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