This is the beginnings of a story that has just a little too much tie into reality. Fictional non-fiction. Or maybe non-fictional fiction. Who really knows?
Realistically speaking, I have no right to feel this way; he is completely and utterly off-limits. But maybe that is precisely why he is so irresistible. Because I can't have him. Regardless of the subconscious reasons, I can't fight the feelings I have for him. Can't, won't, don't want to. Whenever I think of him, whenever a memory dances across my mind, I get tingles all over - I feel a sense of longing, of desire so strong it scares me.
His blue eyes mesmerize me - both seductive and gentle, teasing as they trace the outlines of my face. I find myself watching him more than I should, wildly hoping to catch his eye and hold his gaze. Just his look can make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. The fathomless, thoughtful oceans of his eyes captivate me - I long to dive into them and explore their depths. When his strong arm wraps around me, I am protected, his hand enfolds mine and I am comforted. I desire more than anything to be close to him, to feel the touch of his skin against mine, the fire that shoots through my veins when we make contact.
I am bewitched.
But then reality sets in and I realize that I cannot have what I so desperately desire. Because today, tomorrow, the next day, he leaves to return to his reality - somewhere I don't belong. I can't be with him. And that knowledge makes the passion sink deeper in my skin, makes my foolish heart yearn all the more.
