OK, so here's the start of something. I've no idea where to go with it from here, so I thought I'd post it and see if anyone wanted to run with it. Perhaps we could do a round-robin type of thing. What are everyone's thoughts?
I don’t believe it--that can’t be him! I can’t believe what I’m seeing. What the fuck happened??? The last time I saw him, he was still the boy I knew from way back when. He wasn’t this gorgeous ethereal being. He’s almost otherworldly. His beauty astounds me and I’m captivated.
I watch him as he moves through the pub with a feline grace that has people staring in his wake. He’s magnetic and I feel drawn to him in spite of myself. I can’t believe he has this power over me--me, the one who prided myself for being the one person who never became his victim, who walked away before losing my dignity--my integrity--my sense of self. What has he done to me???
Before I’m even aware of it, I’m weaving my way through the crowd, desperate to be near him. He has become the air I breathe--my complete focus--my reason for living. In this moment, I know I must have him or die.