To Him- Half a Year Later

It's probably an illusion- I can't be too sure of my reality when it's only there for three seconds at a time- but the point I'm trying to make this time, is that the look he gave me melted my heart with such ferocity that Antarctica shrunk in size. I was ice-brained but I could fool anyone into thinking I was a sunburnt southerner. Except him- that charismatic bravado in my chest quivered and left me speechless more than enough times to be embarrassed. But, he reached out and my mind has sprouted a field of the reddest roses I have felt since I was seventeen. 

I don't know what it is about unconventionally attractive human beings- specifically men- that make my heart run with mustangs any time I see or even think about them. There's thunder in my ears, but it must just be the blood running thick and fast. I wasted no time getting my hopes as high as they could just to feel that vacant lot of an emotion- I was enamored.

I was being selfish. I was being greedy in my time spent sitting right next to him. It was there. Fall asleep in the big hospital sofa-chairs and wake up to see him sitting right next to me. I was ravenous for this new and even intrusive energy in my life. 

These eyes were not even dark. They were a light chestnut-hazel with a spirit in the middle. Noteably long eyelashes and jawbones cut with diamond. But the most alluring thing was the tired, awestruck- maybe even pleading- drawn out gaze I fell upon from across the room in the exchange game of staring at something magnetically dazzling that endured a week between us. The light he bore in every room was so bright I couldn't see anyone else.