“Never in my life I feel so attracted to a complete stranger, but right now I just did” I don’t really believe in love at first sight but what I felt right now is partly, or sort of like that.  They said “Love is right around the corner, you don’t have to look, but to feel it’, I don’t really know what they wanted me to understand ‘til I met you.

It was past seven on the night of August 05, 2019, the air was cold due to light rain. I was on my way home from work, riding on this tricycle—backride, I saw you standing on this shadowy part of the road with the comfort of this vast Narra tree, waiting for a ride. As we are nearing on your spot, you call for a halt, and sat beside me.

I don’t know what I’m really feeling inside, butterflies reside my tummy are in rumble—I don’t think so, racing inside my heart—seems like, but I don’t know what I really feel like. Because all I know that unco moment is completely a blast. Setting right next to you is a comfort; your warm body gives me ease at this cold evening breeze.

You know I think I really like you, no I mean I am infatuated to you. This is the first time that I am attracted to someone I only once see. Everything to me was new. This is all your fault, this is all your entire fault. I wish I hadn’t seen you. I wish you didn’t sat beside me. I wish I hadn’t felt that warm during that cold night. I wish i hadn’t smelt your aroma that enticingly attractive. I wish I hadn’t met you at all.

 

I don’t know if I can see you again, but this strange feeling building inside me makes me insane. Your beady eyes, you thick and shaped eyebrow, your little pointed nose, your pinkish kissable lips and your perfectly sculpted jawline—I can still see it vividly, it might sound cliché but that’s what really I see. I won’t pray to see you again because what I am praying is meeting you. I don’t need to pray for you because what I am praying for is love—its ok if you’re not destined for me because God knows who is who makes us happy. I pray for your happiness August.

“I know I have no sense of direction but bitch I can already see our destination–church, the bell is ringing.” 

Since I met you I was bothered. Everytime I’m going or from work I wish you were there. Since I met you….

 

Love,

March