I was ready to pack my synthetic decayed emotions in a suitcase large enough to fit them all in and throw it away in the attic but then he caught my eye again. As remotely cliche-ish as it might seem, my heart skipped a beat and this time I could actually feel it happening. Funny how I never got to notice the freckles that proudly resided on his face and cracks around his mouth when he smiles resembled a profound rare crevasse. It's like all his disguised imperfections just somehow crossed my path. It's a pity, they are not enough for my empty soul.
