| Seeing you made my soul try to leap out and embrace you to the point of engulfing you.
It was quite disconcerting; I almost gasped aloud at it. Looking into your eyes caused a
temporary inexplicable paralysis. Time stood still. The truth in them was blinding, and
incandescent, and humbling, and pure. To be exposed to such perfection for even a
moment was to experience a joy so very intense that I trembled with it. My body could
barely contain the feeling.
Your voice, deep and slightly raspy, was soothing and
invigorating all at once. It was intoxicating. You could have said anything and I would
have agreed to it readily, anything to keep you talking. The timbre of that mellow tone of
yours was enough to send electric currents through me. I could barely hold myself
upright. Then your hands, big, warm, inviting, taking my hand, shaking it rather
ceremoniously. Such beautiful, comforting hands. I broke contact sooner than I wanted
to, and yet almost too late: another second, and I would never have let them go.
At that point, I had crossed my arms, hugging myself and looking anywhere but back
into those perfect blue orbs. I did try to look back into them, and felt as though I would
drown if I looked too long. Purposefully losing focus, your shadow towering over me, tall,
slim, masculine silhouette, making me feel very small and smothered.
Ahh, then the smile. How could something be so bewitching? You practically oozed charm as it was.
My God, the tension in the room was so very thick, I could have worn it for the winter.
Could you feel it? I wondered. I daren't ask, of course. I was quite fearful of the answer,
regardless of which one it may be.
Yes, break it off, my self could not have possibly taken any more. There you went, you
slipped away, all the while gripping me with your eyes, keeping me in time for a few
seconds longer. I broke the spell while I still knew what was good for me. Trembling,
barely breathing, I stumbled out and into the sun. It was all I could do to make myself
walk away. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, why on earth has the most mundane
task become so very difficult? I was almost completely undone, and the encounter
hadn't lasted more than a minute or so.
I am still recovering from it. It is quite possible that I never completely will. Did you have
any idea what you'd managed to do to me in a trivial few minutes? Nothing was very
trivial about the encounter on my part, but the question remains: Did you know, or were
you oblivious? I guess I'll never know. | 
