Dangerous charm

It was dangerous for a man with such charm to be walking freely on the streets. Thats where my story begins. I met him one spontaneous afternoon, at the dock at Canary Wharf. He grabbed my attention the minute I saw him, it took him two to make me approach him. I was an impulsive lady, back then all I cared about was fulfilling my heart. Every person who has once been young would understand, I found ways to make my days colourful, I used to have this fire inside of me, that I suppressed a while ago.

He was a man of beauty. He understood it. He carried his body beautifully, he drew pictures with his words, all of his gestures were carefully chosen and presented gently with grace. He gave the impression nothing else existed, he never complained or talked about the sad world that we live in. He made every moment feel stolen, like I had a taste of the whole universe. I was honoured enough to spend some lovely months in his company, we had our sweet moments. He was a man so special, the type of guy you want to introduce to your mom and your sisters, to sweeten up their day. He made every women he met feel seen, he was an endless romantic, his words were poetry. Through them I see the world. I welcome every day with love for him. I see pretty flowers and I wish he would gift them to me. I watch myself getting older, seasons taking turns, but as everything in my life changes, the fire in my heart that the idea of him sets, burns freely and keeps me alive. In this grey, ordinary world, he was a gift so blissful, he gave me faith that beauty in people exists to keep me going, when he isnt around. I always acknowledged our time together like sweet moments, stolen from eternity. I enjoyed and appreciated them as much as I could. I knew he wasnt going to be around forever, no woman ever could tame a soul so free.

He was a man so desirable, he had one of this rare smiles you come across once or twice in your life. He is the type of guy who has books written about him. He opened my eyes to a passionate world, world not so cold, which words exceeded and made them useless. Anything I say about him wont ever be enough. He is a man beyond definition. Trying to explain him to you, my dear reader, has been incredibly difficult. Words aren’t enough to explain the thrill end emotion being in the presence of this man give. The ones he used, showed depth, combined art and simplicity. He didnt speak much, but when he did, his heavy words were carried beautifully, things he has said have stuck with me and keep becoming more meaningful as I see more of life.

I rarely tell the story about what happened between us. I get sick and I need time to recover. I need to leave my mark and speak about the most grandiose experience of my life. A experience so rich, I am grateful to have seen so much beauty in my life. My dear reader, I am pouring to you my heart, my sweet little form of art.