The First Time I Met You

Loneliness is folding me tighter and tighter to its deep, dark sheet. I'm trying to grab on every damn opportunity of social situation; a risk I'd rather not take as there is someone I do not want to get to know better. Oh, how stupid I was when I thought it was going to be easy; not to pay attention to him. It all started with a meet-up plan we had and got worse when I heard his voice again for days..

My heart was beating fast and there was an odd feeling lying on the bottom of it when I was walking to find where he stood, knowing he was standing right in front of me, a few meters away from me. I felt vulnerable and weak knowing his eyes were drilling through me as I kept my head down. After getting up the nerve, I looked up and rose my eyes from the ground straight to his eyes; our eyes met for a second until I once again pressed my head down and he walked along. The second I looked boldly into his deep killing eyes I could feel my heart beating faster. That damn second changed my attitude towards those killing eyes and his arrogant staring. I started to like this someone who has , an arrogant way to stare, who is too curious and uninhibited.. Oh, he's making me confused; he is not only too different but also some years too much younger than me..

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It seems that no matter how much we want everything to go our way,
the universe has something already planned
and it is definitely the opposite of our wants.