I Thought You Might…
You might be reading this, or you might not. You might understand the article, or you might not. You may know who you are, or maybe not. Whatever it is, despite all logic, I am going to post it anyway.
I called you up for the first time. Hands shivering, gut wrenching nervousness engulfs me. I thought you might not pick up the phone, but you did pick it up. For that , I am relief.
I met you for the first time. Even though the place was cold, but I was sweating profusely. I thought you might not show up, but you did show up. For that, I am glad.
I looked deeply into your eyes for the first time. Beautiful, crystal like appearance they are. They are so beautiful , so beautiful until it permeates my soul. I thought you might leave, but you didn’t. For that, I am happy.
I could go on and on, but in order to keep my manliness intact, I shan’t continue. Yeah, it’s like everytime I talk, I would recite a poem. I can’t help it, it’s a curse I tell ya, a curse. As expected of me for being the descendant of Aristotle. Wait, Aristotle wasn’t a poet? Damn!
