Spark

His advent in my life, was lucky for me. Had ‘known’ him for a few days, and it was as if my life was on a roll.

I sat like a Cheshire cat, basking in his wide-eyed appreciation of my presence. Stealing some furtive glances of the very elegant him, I was severely conscious of myself and my paraphernalia – it was after all our first formal meeting.

I remember his shyness, as he would look away every time, we would get into a conversation – his lowered eyes, resting occasionally on me – which at other times, were fixed on me.

 I remember the flutter in my heart, the slight shiver of hands,  that I smarted with concealing gestures. I wanted this man.

I remember getting up from the table, noticing a goddess of beauty, sitting near our table. His devoted attention despite such distraction –Oh! I loved this man.

Love! What a feeling… We kept in touch.

I was later told of his being squint-eyed. A quick revisit to the scene and the stars in my eyes were the stones that were hurting!

But like they say, you do grow up (and out) with time!

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Inspired by Trifecta Writing Challenge

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13 thoughts on “Spark

  1. Before I met my wfe, I had lots of experience being that nice man who was so hard to find. In many instances, the lack of connection was obvious from the get-go. But, there were, also, many times when I watched these ladies melt within minutes simply because I was polite and attentively listening. The very idea of who I might become was enough. Because of these experiences, your story rings very true. Well done.

    • Thanks for the encouragement. Yes, I think it does happen.I would like to assume that you’re THE nice man, who was hard to find, for your wife 🙂

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