As I enter the room, I immediately saw him standing tall from the sea of people. This man literally standing out of the bustling crowd. The world slowed down as he recognized me twenty feet across from him and gave me a soft smile. Ah, what a smile.
I approached him and said hello and he introduced me promptly to his friends. They went around to switch seats so we can seat together. Cute.
The game started and we watched attentively, perfectly aware of each other’s presence even though we have our own friends to talk to. As the game went on he innocently placed his hand on my knees – keeping it together as he swayed it on his direction. I looked at him and smiled, he got his serious face on. We weren’t talking much but I am more than happy just sitting there beside him. I can see him from hindsight looking at me once in a while, while I chat with my girl friend. He reached for my hand and held it – avoided my gaze as I looked back at him and continued talking to his friends. My heart’s racing but went on like it was perfectly normal to have my hand held by him. And every time I try to freed my hand whenever I reach for things, he’d look at me and wait for it to be free and hold it again. Can you believe this man?
We got up to get some food but ended up talking on the lounge instead. I sat on the lounge chair as he stood in front of me. I’ve never seen him this restless. We talked about a lot of things but none of it I had remembered. I was too busy basking on the fact that he’s right in front of me. He’s here. We are together – like we are together. Oh how I wish we really are together – together y’know.
He sat beside me as we browsed thru whatever photos I have on my phone. Having him this close, it’s so intoxicating. His scent I could never fathom. I wanna bury my nose and get drunk on it.
Finally feeling tired, I sat back and he leaned on me as we lazily sat there. I wrapped my left arms on his side and placed my hands on top of his chest, feeling his heartbeat. He reached his hand back and made sure our heads are leaning against each other. His right hand on my knees then held my hand on the other.
What a cute little spoon.
I can’t help but stare. Good thing he can’t see me. His dark raven hair that goes all the way to his chin (saying ‘beard’ doesn’t seem artistic hehe). Those eyes hiding behind the frame of his glasses. The perfectly fitting shirt casually hanging on his broad shoulders. Damn. How can I be this lucky?
Feeling it all in as his chest rises up and down, feeling him breathing in my arms. I have him. Can I have him? Oh God, if you’ll ever decide that, please help me not screw it up. I don’t want to screw this up. I closed my eyes and prayed.
Then suddenly I woke up.
What a vivid dream. It felt so real. It was just a dream but I am happy. It’s been a month and I still can’t get him out of my head. It’s too far fetched. I am way out of his league. Really further down his. It’s crazy, I know. Yet here I am, just throwing this all out in the universe. Maybe somehow it will conspire for us.. whatever it entails.
Hopelessly.. Wishing.. Praying…