I met him sitting on a bench at a park minded his own business. He stand up and gave me a charming “ear to ear smile,” effortlessly beautiful. After that he made me feel at ease, untroubled to be myself without fears to show my flaws, my shadows or even my thoughts. 

While I was talking, it was obvious to noticed how his big blues eyes would aligned with my voice. I blushed just thinking how deep he was looking into my life force. 

Besides his luminous unforgettable smile, Mr. O is caring, so accord with humanity, so in peace with positive vitality, non aggressive being, thoughtful and sweet. I got so impressed and showered by his energy. I do like Mr. O, therefore, I got closed and kind to opened myself without any concern cause of my past of being trapped as a mom, as a wife, a lost daughter and the other roles that society expect a woman to be. 

Nonetheless, what I like most about Mr. O, is the way he shelters my presence, reads and sees me. I was kindly surprised how he guesses my moods and he didn’t get upset, but instead he was selfless. 

The night went on, my head spinning from so many thoughts, “ should I invite him to spend the night with me?"  I wanted him to hold me, to feel my skin. I wanted us to hold our bodies in silence, but my fears stopped me. I decided to leave it open, maybe not being fair to Mr. O because I didn’t ask him what he would like to do. 

Mr. O left not before kissing me and I couldn’t quite reciprocate caused all the emotions brought back that side of intimacy that I don’t remember how it goes. 

As of now, our story is pending. No one knows in which direction it will go since there are some roadblocks, some fuss, some reality trols,  however, that will be up to us, how our fears, our quirks and our commitment would take place. 

I owe him a dinner or maybe an apology. Therefore, me and Mr. O have time to choose if we are going to hold a pen, a bare page and to write our unwritten tale. 

Mr. O

Brussels

I met him sitting on a bench at a park minded his own business. He stand up and gave me a charming “ear to ear smile,” effortlessly beautiful. After that he made me feel at ease, untroubled to be myself without fears to show my flaws, my shadows or even my thoughts. 



Mr. O

Brussels

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