Dream of the Day I met him....

A simple day in the mall moves me

I envision it being one of the most awkward moments in my life.

Chills playing through my spine, butterflies attacking my intestines, and fear circling my radius.

And all he did was simply say Hi.

The conversation runs on full speed and every word is just natural.

Clear syllables, crystal vowels, and pure pronunciation.

Nervously, he compliments the weirdest things.

“Thanks I like your earlobes too”,Are you kidding me

But as sinister as it sounds, that turned me on.

Feeling like we’ve been talking for ages, but yet its been 89 seconds.

Yes, I count

Asking his name does not even come across my mind.

I just want to know him. I want to know that weird secret that everyone just hides….hmm Sort of like I ate an ant when I was five. I want to know the reason he last cried… Deep..I wanna know his mother

Is he a Gemini…Cancer…Leo…Libra..?? F**k who cares about astrological signs…I want to know HIM..yes him as a being

After this conversation, do you think I’ll ever cross his mind?

Do you think when it’s time to walk away,our eyes will meet as we secretely dare to look behind?

Imagining the second he asks for my number, everything possible manages to go wrong.

He drops his eye phone and every piece majestically falls apart but yet while he panics his breaths play my favorite love song

So, forced to try it again, I ask for his number ..but this time I freakishly forget how to work my blackberry.

We lock eyes in embarrassment….and we laugh,,,,synchronized high pitch laughter echoes as if our bodies where meant to choreograph a future.

As he laughs I fall harder…

I fall....
Whipping out a pen and an old receipt we rely on old fashion ways..

Write your number here…..

As he writes; the pen carries all his freight : it shakes along the receipts slips in his hands and skips
And me
Me....
I stand there smiling retardedly,…..fantasizing the sound of his voice the second I call…

We say our goodbyes, reaching out my sweat drenched hand somehow I walk into his hug…

Smelling him, I want to live in his cologne…as dirty as it sounds…I no longer wish to bathe,…walking to my car I couldn’t help it

Drop bags in the trunk and DIAL

Yes, I call

After the 1^st ring my mind utters HANG UP but my heart conveys a speech and yells HOLD on…he picks up…I don’t respond to his “hello?hello?are you there?, simply let my breathing sing to him…suddenly he says “hey stranger”… I reply “I kno I kno I barely made it out the mall but I …..” and he suspends my sentence and says “don’t worry ill be right there”

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