MY REVERIE

Looking confident, he entered the coffee shop where I was
having lunch. My eyes could not leave his face. He was breathtakingly
handsome with stormy grey eyes and nice brown hair.

He was tall with broad shoulders flaunted through his slim
fitted suit and tight jean. I had never beheld such a sight. A part of
me longed for a glimpse from this prince charming. However, this
thought a part of me un-reluctantly dismissed on the ground of
inferiority and unequal social-strata.

How could such a handsome guy look at a short plump round
faced girl with freckles? Closely, I watched him walk to a tall blonde
with a model-like physique forgetting my unfinished meal which
anticipated my touch.

After sometime, my object of attraction or should I say
distraction exited the shop hand-in hand with the blonde. Hence, I
frequently visited the coffee shop with the hope of crossing paths
with this prince charming.
Nevertheless, my constant patronage proved futile in that he
never came back, never knew who I was and I remained at the rear as
regards information about who he was and from whence he came.

However, his cute face since then had remain imprinted on the
tables of my heart. "It was love at first sight". Although its been
twenty-four months, I still can't get him off my mind. His look,
smile, the shape of his eyes, his confidence, in fact all of him.
A part of me prays that our path convolutes again and maybe
this time I would get his attention but on a second thought, a part of
me would always know it is nothing but a desire that cannot be
notched. "Just a dream".


DEBBY