Another Story
Told u they are all in the same arena, yeah I'm mushy..so whatcha gonna do about it punk?!
Has someone ever just looked at you so intensely that it made you see who you were in a totally different light? Looked at you in a way that made you feel like you were the most beautiful, perfect, amazing being that they have ever laid eyes on. And that if they ever were to take their eyes off of you, you would disappear from them forever, so they continue to gaze out of fear of loosing you? I remember the instant I first saw him. He was paying me no attention of course; I have this bizarre way of blending in with the background, which worked to my advantage because I could observe him. His movements, his mannerisms, the way he spoke all of him. The more I saw the more I was intrigued by him. Not necessarily attracted physically or sexually, but enamoured by him. He had this way of lighting up the space around him, and I, in my normally closed and dark corner, felt the warmth of his laughter subtly invading my little microcosm in the back of the room. I was being drawn into this person, this man, who somehow made this little part of me, which always seemed to be empty and cold, become animated and alive.
But as the fates would have it, after that evening, I didnt see him again, but the impression he left on my mind would be the source of a million day dreams. Scenarios of me, doing things differently that night would play in my mind, of me dancing and slowly easing my way into his area giving him that look of invitation. Or of us running into one another and history being made, all played over and over again in my imagination, while in reality; the chances of this actually happening were slim to none.
Then it happened. Me in all of my clumsiness, walked, well more like crashed, into this complete stranger, knocking everything he was holding in his hands to and fro. Amongst the ramblings of Oh Im so sorry and Excuse me Im so embarrassed, our eyes met, and I couldnt believe what I saw. It was him, looking more radiant than ever. Except this time, I was no longer shadowed by the darkness of my corner, but in full sunlight, where it was now his turn to observe. I felt his eyes following my every move, from the placement of my hands as they picked up the scattered pieces of paper, to the way my earrings jingled as I fluttered about in a vain attempt to hide my flushed cheeks and secret look of joy hidden in my face but so obviously beaming around my lips. My lips, of which he seemed to look at for a particularly long time, broke into a smile and at that moment, he appeared to be almost hypnotized by me
"Your papers" The stupidest words ever, your papers tumbled out of my lips like a baby who is just learning how to walk. This guy is looking at me like I'm Venus coming from the sky inviting him to come and canoodle on my love cloud, and all I offer him are his papers that I knocked all over the place. Sensing my nervousness he takes that as a cue to leave. So he smiles, takes his papers, says thank you and continues about his way. I was completely crushed, this stranger, who had conquered my ever thought, my every dream for the past few weeks, has once again slipped away from me. Me, the cold Capricorn, who doesnt easily fall for any man due to my practicality, is completely smitten by someone I dont even know. My take charge characteristics completely fail me as I stood there, alone and confused attempting to organize my muddled thoughts
However as he's walking away he stops mid pace, turns to me in my blushing glory, and asks, "Have we met before?" With those words, I noticed something so much more profound. I noticed the nervousness in his voice, his hands fiddling in his pockets, and his tall swagger which had been the key to my undoing, had been diminished to that of a ten year old boy standing in front of his mountain of presents Christmas morn. Above all of that, was the depth within his eyes. His eyes, spoke more than the simple four words he squeaked out. His eyes told me, I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. His eyes told me, He would give anything just to feel me next to him. His eyes caressed me with the most gentle of embraces and told me, If he could, he would take me and never let me go. Then it clicked, his nervousness, his eyes, his fumbling. That night at the party, despite my camouflage of shadows enveloping me in that corner, he noticed me as well! During this rapturous epiphany, my lifelong hardened exterior melted like ice cream in an oven, and with an ear to ear grin, I said: Yes, yes we have
Has someone ever just looked at you so intensely that it made you see who you were in a totally different light? Looked at you in a way that made you feel like you were the most beautiful, perfect, amazing being that they have ever laid eyes on. And that if they ever were to take their eyes off of you, you would disappear from them forever, so they continue to gaze out of fear of loosing you? I remember the instant I first saw him. He was paying me no attention of course; I have this bizarre way of blending in with the background, which worked to my advantage because I could observe him. His movements, his mannerisms, the way he spoke all of him. The more I saw the more I was intrigued by him. Not necessarily attracted physically or sexually, but enamoured by him. He had this way of lighting up the space around him, and I, in my normally closed and dark corner, felt the warmth of his laughter subtly invading my little microcosm in the back of the room. I was being drawn into this person, this man, who somehow made this little part of me, which always seemed to be empty and cold, become animated and alive.
But as the fates would have it, after that evening, I didnt see him again, but the impression he left on my mind would be the source of a million day dreams. Scenarios of me, doing things differently that night would play in my mind, of me dancing and slowly easing my way into his area giving him that look of invitation. Or of us running into one another and history being made, all played over and over again in my imagination, while in reality; the chances of this actually happening were slim to none.
Then it happened. Me in all of my clumsiness, walked, well more like crashed, into this complete stranger, knocking everything he was holding in his hands to and fro. Amongst the ramblings of Oh Im so sorry and Excuse me Im so embarrassed, our eyes met, and I couldnt believe what I saw. It was him, looking more radiant than ever. Except this time, I was no longer shadowed by the darkness of my corner, but in full sunlight, where it was now his turn to observe. I felt his eyes following my every move, from the placement of my hands as they picked up the scattered pieces of paper, to the way my earrings jingled as I fluttered about in a vain attempt to hide my flushed cheeks and secret look of joy hidden in my face but so obviously beaming around my lips. My lips, of which he seemed to look at for a particularly long time, broke into a smile and at that moment, he appeared to be almost hypnotized by me
"Your papers" The stupidest words ever, your papers tumbled out of my lips like a baby who is just learning how to walk. This guy is looking at me like I'm Venus coming from the sky inviting him to come and canoodle on my love cloud, and all I offer him are his papers that I knocked all over the place. Sensing my nervousness he takes that as a cue to leave. So he smiles, takes his papers, says thank you and continues about his way. I was completely crushed, this stranger, who had conquered my ever thought, my every dream for the past few weeks, has once again slipped away from me. Me, the cold Capricorn, who doesnt easily fall for any man due to my practicality, is completely smitten by someone I dont even know. My take charge characteristics completely fail me as I stood there, alone and confused attempting to organize my muddled thoughts
However as he's walking away he stops mid pace, turns to me in my blushing glory, and asks, "Have we met before?" With those words, I noticed something so much more profound. I noticed the nervousness in his voice, his hands fiddling in his pockets, and his tall swagger which had been the key to my undoing, had been diminished to that of a ten year old boy standing in front of his mountain of presents Christmas morn. Above all of that, was the depth within his eyes. His eyes, spoke more than the simple four words he squeaked out. His eyes told me, I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. His eyes told me, He would give anything just to feel me next to him. His eyes caressed me with the most gentle of embraces and told me, If he could, he would take me and never let me go. Then it clicked, his nervousness, his eyes, his fumbling. That night at the party, despite my camouflage of shadows enveloping me in that corner, he noticed me as well! During this rapturous epiphany, my lifelong hardened exterior melted like ice cream in an oven, and with an ear to ear grin, I said: Yes, yes we have