“Is it pure love?”
“If it´s pure love, it doesn´t matter if it´s unrequited.”
It just so happens that I´m absolutely, completely, undoubtedly experiencing the worst heartbreak mankind has ever experienced. I wish I was exaggerating.
I saw him before he ever noticed me. His disheveled hair strewn across his face, eyes squinting slightly the way he still does when he is concentrating, scribbling down customers´ orders, nodding, smiling– always smiling.
There was something about him, something different from what I had ever known. He had an air about him, a cross between genuity and slight awkwardness that made him even more lovable. I wanted to jump over the chairs and press my face into his, I never had a worse urge.
As I moved toward the counter, my mouth became dry and I began feeling out of place. And then, suddenly, there he was, right in front of me, delicately pouring milk into a can. I watched the drops of milk crawl out of the carton slowly, trying not to go mad at the prospect of his eyes meeting mine every second now.
My eyes shifted from his beautiful hands over to his deep V-neck, exposing two turtle tattoos. Very sympatisch. There was no way to tell if he was gay, but at that time I was too mesmerized at his beauty to even care.
I stood still, my heart beating faster at every moment.
–TO BE CONTINUED–