I used to desire affection. Until I saw what some people had in them. I used to be able to describe my standards in a single sentence, but now I can't even describe it anymore. Do I not have standards, or are they too high? At this point I don't know myself. But I do believe in love at first sight. Very much, not that I think I've ever really experienced it.
His eyes had something in them which I couldn't decipher. The melodious music of the train station downtown improvised while I walked past him. I couldn't see much. Just those eyes. His smile. I don't even know his name. I think I'm being delusional at this point. I felt something I've never felt before when I saw him. But I brushed it off. I'm looking for the one, the one which I'd thank myself for ever giving a chance. But it just seems impossible.
I don't want to get too ahead of myself though, but I really want to see him again. Without even knowing his name, or anything else about him. I don't reckon I'd even recognize him if I unintentionally ever pass him again. But I just wish I could relive that moment again. The moment I saw him. I wonder what he was thinking about when he saw me, for 1.03 seconds. But I know what I was thinking about. How could someone ever look so exquisite, and pulchritudinous (a word from Latin origin, meaning to beautify or to be beautiful).
He probably forgot about that moment a second after it happened. He probably didn't even realize he was looking at me. But I wish, I wish I could at least get to know his name.
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There will always be the one
Romance"There's no such thing as everyone, there'll always be someone." Avanthi, a 20 year old student from Moratuwa, Sri Lanka, can often be delusional, but she was a hopeless romantic. She often GM finds her life quite out of context, but it's all a jour...
