It was there that I saw him, and oh god, I knew.
Now, when people say you have stars in your eyes, they don’t mean like this. Like vast twinkling galaxies that ignite when the light hits them. From the other side of the room i was sucked into these brimming lakes of cerulean blue. They were gems of which I could only dream of.
His lips, I couldn’t help myself. So soft like rosy petals, except robot petals, made of titanium and car parts. He was elegant and intricate, yet audacious. I was absorbed.
I found myself daydreaming like a little girl in a toy store, fabricating a story in my mind of how I would be swept off my feet by those arms that were too good to be true. The arms that would envelope you into their warmth. Arms that made hugs feel like coming home. Arms that encapsulate every emotion that an embrace possibly should. Wishful thinking.
He had shoulders like one of Earth’s great wonders. Sloped like hillsides , mountains, that people came from all over to marvel at, take pictures of, want to take home with them.
I wanted more than anything to speak to him.
That feeling only increased when I heard him laugh, oh god.
He did this thing where he pushed his hair back off his face and tensed his jaw, believe me when I say that right then I was mildly disappointed that I would probably never be turned on as quick or as intensely as I was just then, ever again.
Then it happened, this otherworldly being actually turned around, and smiled at me. I mean, me(!).
This one uncomplicated gesture, was the first of many that would change my life.
Maz McN 