I saw her at a café and was smitten from that very moment. Her fingers were in her hair, fighting a losing battle with that unruly strand of hair. The midday sunlight was playing hide and seek from behind the café blinds, but as it settled in her hair, I was mesmerized by the sight. Her arms looked so inviting and I…
But as I sat there gathering the courage to approach her, she collected her things and went out the door. Time had stopped for me the moment I had seen her, and that’s when the spell was broken. For an instant, I felt like my heart was being crushed with a surge of emotions, but somewhere deep inside, I was also glad the mirage had vanished. She was an illusion.
I worry for myself.
(to be continued)