His eyes were lost when my eyes found him. There, waiting for the elevator, he was so beautiful that hurt me. I couldn't be more sad about the great probability of not seeing him again, about the possibility of never been noticed. But probabilities are misunderstood and do not reflect fate. Defying the reality I created for us, we met again. I didn't take too much to realize that a fire was ignited between us. We both were burning so explosive was the attraction. And before melting completely, I took his picture afraid I wouldn't see him again and declared to myself that I had felt in love . I analyzed his picture over and over again, all the angles, the colors, the shapes, the details. It was almost impossible to stop looking at it. It was unacceptable not to create a new reality for us. It was painful not to be able to deny that he made me smile every time I thought about us. He lies to me, and I know it. And the best part of it is that he knows that I know. But we don't talk about it, we just accept it. He makes me shiver and he knows this is been challenging to me. But we don't look for reasons, we both have fears. He can't be mine and he knows I wish he was. But we don't make promises, we let it be. Because I am his little doll, the one he plays whenever he wants, but because he wants. He gives meaning to the few seconds we spend together. And I love that he is wild, intense, indomitable, free. And I might be just one more for him, but he is my only and unique sweethurt.
