I have been gazing star struck at his bronzed skin that complimented his curly hair. I was so tempted to brush them away from his eyes. Green, they were eternal green.
"Will you ever just stop gawking and go open up a conversation?" Joane, my sister asked.
"No. I like to do it from far off. Besides stop judging." I replied turning red in process.
I have seen him everyday for last 4 months. He is always seated on the rain glazed blue bench with his little buddy, his dog. Always wondering how it would feel to be in his arms while we sit through the winter.
