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i.SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE
( elvis presley—can't help falling in love)
I know you somewhere, somewhat. And when I saw you for the first time, it was Monday. The first and busiest day of the week. But not for me, no, I started my Monday morning by taking a stroll through a park in the middle of a small suburban city, just outskirt of the big city.
The sun kissed my skin warmly, welcome and oh so gently. Just like how your eyes captivated me. And the wind blew tenderly through your golden hair, I wished I could entangle my fingers to them, but you were a mere stranger. A strikingly good-looking young fella who seemed to be out of place, not in a bad way, goodness, no (never in a bad way). Too magnificent, dazzling to be from earth.
And I wondered whether you were a celestial, whether you knew how blinding your looks affected me. You looked too good to be true, it didn't surprise me you elicited so many girls around you. You were magnetic, and I was just a stranger falling into your trap. I felt my eyes watering and my lips drying.
You looked peaceful, you had this calm aura shimmering like magic around you, like you had bewitched us feeble puppets to be under your control, your alluring appearance. I didn't know whether I was to be delighted or wary that I was attracted to you even though it was my first time ever seeing you. Nonetheless, it didn't stop my heartstring to be pulled in such a vigorous way to erupted goosebumps all over my body, sending shivers down my spine as I kept staring at you.
You were sitting under one of the enormous trees in the park, a book in your hand as the other behind your head, pillowing it so your head won't be hurt by the callous trunk. You looked so recherché, elegant and graceful in a way. Pleasing to the eyes, with lights striking down from between the branches and through the leaves of the tree, forming a halo on your head. A perfect picturesque for a heavenly individual such as you.
I tried to peek at the title of your book, however, you were too far and too obscured for me to see. Albeit, I can still adore you from the proximity between us. Just a little space seemed an eternity to me, how I wondered it felt like to glide my gentle fingers across your seemed velvety skin, pale and smooth contrast my bronzed one. How dull I'd look like compared to you. An angel compared to a mundane mortal.
I assume you did this on purpose, knowing how good-looking you were. Sitting with composure, looking smug yet still tempting, so charismatic, captivating that you piqued my interest. I was foolishly infatuated by your looks that the situation seemed ludicrous to me. Who was I to be mad on a stranger's look? Indubitably, it wasn't love at first sight (for, obvious reason, I haven't experienced that before). But whatever my feelings I felt towards you, still managed to give a heavy impact in my heart.
