In the stillness of the summer light, I saw him for the first time, a chiseled frame moving across the yard.
His head held high, nose pointed to the horizon with pride, hazel eyes glistening with a reigning joy to be alive.
I admire his placement against the proverbial sunrise, like a mere angel, crested into a glorified backdrop of hope and wonder and awe.
The epitome of what a man should be, what a man should look like.
I can’t help but let my stare glaze one last moment, one lasting second, at the man who corrupted the stillness of my heartbeat; gave an unknown shock to revive it back to a rhythm.
Except, it did not feel normal, nor did I feel still any longer.
My heart suddenly pounded like a drum, raging and beating rapidly, thudding against the barriers of my chest.
It was as if he created a song that vibrated through my body, searching to escape and pour out for him to hear.
But he couldn’t hear, no, he couldn’t dare to hear the angelic song that rang through my eardrums, that pulsated underneath my tan skin. He wouldn’t understand.
Even I didn’t understand how and why I fell in love at first sight.