His face. His eyes. His hair. Everything is perfect. Most people look and forget. It only took me one glance to see his pure beauty. I don't think I have ever been in love before, and now I know how it feels. The swift movement of his body, the scratch of his skin, the daring stare of his eyes, this is it. A rush of blood, I must be in love.
This man, I have seen him once. But his face is so pure, so fragile, I know it is him. I feel the need to grab him, make him notice me. But this airport is busy, and that one second of his focus, is all I need. I watch him walk past my direction. That nice sports coat, and black slacks and brown dress shoes. Sharp; he looks. I can only hear the soft squeak of his shoes, the ruffle of his jacket. My heart gasps as he nears my terminal number, C3. He seems focused, but confident at the same time. His strides are long, and he moves with God's grace. Dark brown, almost black hair falls is cut perfectly perportionate to his face; not too long; not too short. His cheeks are the color of an apple growing in the height of a spring season. Flawless; his face is. Dark mauve lips; he has. Even his neck is gorgeous, just the right length. His ears are quite small, but look nice with his cheeks.
I can't say what attracted me so much to this man, I really don't know. When I see him still walking towards me, my heart shatters. The sides of his mouth creep up into a sly grin, and a light within him seems to shine. His light, everything is in front of me. An almost golden ring of purity that destroys every other sense in the terminal. All I hear is the ruffle of his jacket, the squeak of his shoes, the swiftness of his briefcase. All I can see if his golden ring of light. All I cease to touch is him. All I smell is his smell of blossoming flowers; which I can smell from the 40 feet away we are right now. All I taste is the bitterness of my own mouth. 30 feet away, and closing in. He walks still forward, and easily through the busy traffic of this airport. 20 feet, my eyes cannot look away. I feel like a dog commanded to sit and be still, even though I want to run. I want to run to him; I want to grab him, feel that inner light I know is there. The happiness, everything. I know it is true, I believe. 10 feet away from me, I set my newspaper down and watch him pass me. I can feel the breeze of his movement pass over me, my body chills; my spine jumps. I glance into his deep ocean filled blue eyes, and he turns his head. A magnetic force comes between us; his pure face stares at me. For a moment, everything disappears. It feels like heaven, just looking at him. The whole world is black, except for the light within him that shines and makes me smile. I feel myself breathing hard, and his glance is still on me. His foot steps in front of me and glances at the open seat next to me.
"Is this seat taken?" He askes,
"No, not at all." I reply