Bliss

His eyes, they seemed to be piercing through me, as if he were looking right into my soul. He had gorgeous, deep blue eyes. I stared in awe. The way his light, mocha colored hair was perfectly combed to the side, with no stray hairs seen, had me mesmerized. His toned frame, polished shoes, and distinct scent made him, without a doubt, the most handsome man I have seen in years.

No. I need to stop. I don't even know this man. A total stranger, but for some strange reason, I was very, very, attracted. I couldn't stop myself from staring back into his eyes. No. I swore on my limited-edition strawberry scented chapstick that I, Margo Jennings, would not get involved with men. I swore to never get attached and rely on someone else for my own needs. To never commit. To never fall in love again. Not after being left at the alter. I promised myself that I would die alone, maybe with a few cats but that's besides the point. The weird thing is that i've only been in his presence for a mere minute and i'm already questioning the promises I made with myself.

My brain is telling me to leave. To walk away and leave the memory of this mysterious man in the past. To go back to being alone and thinking about being alone. But my heart doesn't agree. My heart is screaming, demanding me to lean closer. To commit. Logically, I should listen to my brain, to forget about this meaningless encounter and stick to my promises. The thing is, the heart wants what it wants, and my heart wants this.