My one and Only Posted by B.N.A on 03:25 13 comments

      

          “I thought love was only true in fairy tales” that was my case, unfortunately I am infected.

Yes, I used the term infected because I feel weak, bruised, tortured, my defenses are low, my brain gets goofy every time that long straight lined skirt of hers passes next to me.

Even if she passes where I can’t be able to enjoy the pleasure of looking at her angelic sculpted face; I can’t miss the fine essence of  “Flower” by Kenzo, I have smelled the same fragrance before, but never proved the same euphoria. It’s like she added a secret ingredient to what Kenzo already perfected.

A real piece of art if I’m allowed to say so, from her silhouette to the smallest detail of her cute little cheek bones, every aspect of this angel makes me out of my comfort zone.

Like if her smooth brown eyes weren't enough to shake my spirit back and forth, she always signs her suicidal looks with a tiny smile from those moisturized clear pink lips of hers. A combination that would make me lose track of what’s going on around me for the next 15 min in the best case scenarios.

          I won’t be able to forget the first time we talked even if I wanted to: I obviously was the one to start the conversation (and you can imagine the topic: silly as silliness can get).

Even with the boring talk I was leading, she was interested. Every time her thick eyelashes got between me and the beauty of her eyes, I felt like a breeze of spring’s fresh air surrounding my goofy smile and avid eyes. Every now and then she smiles making my stupid monologue acceptable… And like if my head wasn't crowded enough, I started imagining her as a professor in our university and how I would attend her lectures 24/7 without complains.

When I finally decided that the angel in front of me was bored enough, she started talking, it was then when I felt every inch of my skin chilled; it’s like if I've got tiny ears on every inch on my body and that they were stretching  so as not to miss a single word of her talk. Her voice was like a choral of mermaids singing “jingle bells” on Christmas evening, and I honestly missed half of her speech because I couldn't but pay attention to her sensual delicate hand gestures, her blessed mouth, her eyes (like if I she could see right through my soul, and her cheeks getting a bit high colored (I guess she noticed I was hypnotized).