I first saw him sitting in front of a tree.
Those beautiful eyes, heavenly locks of hair.
It was almost impossible to not stare and fall in love with the look of concentration on his face.
He was wearing a blue button up with only 4 buttons clasped and a cigarrette hanging between his lips.
I don't think he saw me but I certainly enjoyed every bit of pleasure I had seeing him that one genuine evening.
I only saw him for a short 5 to 10 seconds but he was the best thing I had ever laid my eyes on.
I kept picturing him leaning against the tree, eyes closed, hair flowing in the wind and a cigarratte dangling between his soft, pink lips for days afterwards.
I'd even see him in my dreams sometimes, leaning against the tree with full concentration on the Hilton Original Non-flitered cigarettte.
