Summer Thoughts

{ stranger }

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Sometimes you just try so hard not to fall in love,

that you just manage to grasp the fleeting feeling of

slight infatuation.

Love at first sight?

No thanks, it'll eventually leave a bittersweet taste, more of the bitter overpowering the sweet.

Besides, how do you tell someone you just saw at plain sight that you love them?

No.

Its sadly, much more complicated then that.

Say you see a girl,

or boy.

Are they remotely, at the least, attractive?

It's the looks that draw your attention anyway.

Isn't it?

So you'll feel a little flutter in your tummy, something some call

butterflies.

And let's say he's over a head taller than you,

his dark hair tousled in a manner you consider cute.

And then you internally gag.

Because you sound pathetic.

But still that nagging beating of your heart and that unsettling rowdy commotion at the pit of your stomach won't stop you from thinking that,

I am pathetically attracted to this stranger.

Might as well study his outfit and whole face so that you could pathetically adore him more.

He's gliding at the skating rink,

clad in a burgundy shirt and black jeans, earphones plugged in his ears.

His cheekbones were to die for,

and his lips were far more better than yours.

Its your first time in the ice,

so with your fingers gripping the side tightly,

you watch him skate almost effortlessly.

He was like a swan,

him movements so grateful it almost hypnotized you.

With his brows furrowed and his face solely focused on gliding towards the end of the rink, you couldn't help but be drawn into him.

In that moment, he's almost flawless.

Almost.

Because next think you know, he tries to stop in front of an unsuspecting 5 year old happily falling onto his butt and sliding towards his path.

And as he skids to a stop,

he falls to his butt too.

Or more accurately,

lands two feet in the air,

have his butt crash down what looks painfully down on the rock cold ice

and a stunned look in his face.

Then he laughs.

Almost sheepishly.

He covers his hands over his face, unsuccessfully covering the blooming red of embarassment onto his face.

He got up quickly,

wiping his hands on his jeans and did a small twirl and set off to gliding again.

The whole time you stared,

didn't bother to help him or ask if he was okay because, well,

it was just so shocking.

And he looked so beautiful.

Because seemingly as flawless as us humans are, some mistakes we make,

a few imperfections and flaws that accidentally slip out,

that's where it shows

how beautiful we really are.