I still remember the day you passed by my side riding your Royal Enfield. The memory of the way you held me spell-bound with just your eyes is still fresh in my head. I still find it mysterious of how I survived that day with my heart forgetting to beat.
I could feel smile conquering my lips when I turned back to see you looking over your shoulders with that crooked smile on your face. It was only when you rode out of my sight that I could finally breathe...Thanking you for letting me...
You say that I possess enigmatic eyes and it's those two highly magnetic things that drag you towards me. But then, what should I call it when you steal my vision of everything around but you.?Indeed, I must term you as a thief or thug.
I hate you for the way you look at me, so intense, so penetrating that I feel dazed and hypnotized. My legs go weak and paralyzed when you walk towards me with your sleeves rolled up and fingers running through your dense restless hair that sways here and there when you walk. The way you hide your intoxicating and captivating dimple beneath that well-trimmed beard... That warmth in your eyes that makes me forget all my stress and tensions.
The way your thick eyebrows dance when you are in a conversation...The tone of your velvet voice... The way you explain me things (that I have no idea of) even after knowing that it's not the words I'm listening to, but the person who is delivering those. The way you ask me permission for little things even though you know that I wouldn't know if you haven't informed... Seriously, I feel that...that I hate you. I hate you for making me so much concerned of you. I hate you for entering to my world of "just me". I hate you for stealing my heartbeats whenever you appear before me. I hate you for taking shape in my dreams. I hate you for resembling me in my passions and likes. I hate you that I keep spying you when you aren't around worried whether you are keeping yourself safe...
Never ask me the question I fear that you'd ask sitting on your bullet "travel the world with me,will you?" , because the rest portion of the seat wont be left empty for the rest of your life...
With Love