You walked by me one day a couple of years ago, totally unaware I existed. I sat up and took notice. I thought maybe you were the most handsome man I’d ever laid eyes on.
I know now that actually is the case.
You feign calm indifference. But I see through you. Your gentleness and sweetness seeps to the surface.
Maybe you did see me back then. I try to understand how I gained trust & the gentleness. There’s no logical explanation.
But I live for these moments – when you breeze across my path. They are never long enough and always enough to keep me wanting more.
You’ll walk away. I’ll move on. But I’ll relieve your sweetness, your quiet checking on me, and the way you catch my eyes, for a very long time.
Maybe you’re enough inspiration to get the next book written?