Why? Was the question that first came to my mind when I first realized her beauty that she’s completely and utterly unaware of.
Why does one look from those awe striking pearly eyes turn all my defenses to ashe?
Why can’t I maintain the ever-dominant mask, the everlasting and rather convincing façade?
Why can’t I turn away even when my own gazes are unwanted or revealed?
Why is that I lose my words, my courage and my sensibility whenever I’m touched by her halo or just blessed by her presence?
Why do I seek vulnerability when I always reigned supreme?
I wondered, wonder and will keep wondering for seconds turned into hours, hours transformed to days and days into years to come, for I have scarcely felt this genuine, this pure, this astonishing sense before, I’ve never yearned for a touch that vigorously before, I’ve never felt close to something or rather someone which is, or rather, who is so far away. Yet I wish, but rarely do wishes come true, for my only wish was you, the one who flew over and above humans and scarcely knew who she was in my eyes.