Is First sight always true?

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Love at first can be very tantalizing...beautiful, but dangerous. Anyone can miss the purpose of lust because they are too enchanted by the spell that entwines itself around ones'mind. But I am not 'Anyone'. I practise love the way it is meant to be practised. Even though I have never practised it before. 

I have a talent, which I can feel in my heart, and it is getting engulfed by his powerful love. I just hope the flames don't die out.

He spoke once more, "I know all about you" There was a familiar feeling in his words, very comforting, which made my smile, unintentionally. While I was unaware of this, he reminded me of my actions. "You have a beautiful smile" 

My heart was beating faster, as he said those words, and the corners of my mouth stayed in the same position, the one he liked. The atmosphere around me and him, became breezy, and a few drops of rain made home on my hair. The drops turned to drizzle, and he made a sensible decision, "We better get somewhere dry". I nodded mutely.   

We walked across the shifting sand, which visibly, was dark like shadows, as night had approached while our conversation took place. I really loved the way it turned out, like a romantic dream, which I would never want to wake up from.

The outside of the cabin he lead me into, was situated by rocks with deep crevices. It looked eerie, but beautiful, nonetheless. The warmth of the room enveloped me, like the embrace I so wanted from him. I looked around, inanimate objects positioned carefully to make the room glow like  autumn. The shelves crammed with endless volumes of books. Books. The first topic to ask for. "I see you like to read"I mumbled the words, but he heard them as clear as daylight. 

He nodded, "Yes, It is a hobby, like acting is a career" I searched for any other clues to relate with his identity. There was a framed certificate, in bold. the letters read: 

This certificate is awarded to:

 RAMI  SAID  MALEK

              Best actor in Junior School          

Oh, I thought. Rami. That's his name. That's his game. I was lost for words, lost for thoughts.

But it was sheer beauty anyway to be occupied by a sexy figure. Should enjoy the moment.


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