He walked amongst the many and came across the one – the one who made him feel like he hadn’t felt before. The feeling was almost indescribable, it was like he was walking on a cloud.
She was…perfect. Her beauty was like that of a blooming camellia in the height of Spring.
She looked like she was wearing slippers, yet they looked so cool, so faultless. Leopard spotted happy shoes would describe them better than slippers, yet her feet slipped into them effortlessly. She was a slim little thing, five foot six at most, wearing black, skin-tight yoga pants that hugged her legs, and a silky beige shirt hanging out over her hips that showed her bare back when she bent down to check for a book on the shelf below her.
Her hair was black, long, drooping over the nape of her neck and rested half-way down her slender back.
She rested her hands on her legs as she lifted herself up from the crouching position she’d maintained for a moment, and as she stood up she threw her hair over her left shoulder and turned to face him, though he could hardly say she was aware of his presence. Her mind was elsewhere.
When she walked her shirt slipped open at the front to reveal her belly. Her soft, supple skin was like a baby’s bottom. Her face was to die for, silky smooth, surely gentle to the touch, and with no make-up, for there was no need to improve on perfection. She had a gold stud in her lip, but even that small admonishment to her beauty only seemed to add to it in some strange way.
He felt his body changing in ways over which he had no control. He felt short of breath. He felt an attraction, a physical attraction, that was out of his control. He was entering a place, a feeling, he was uncomfortable with. Yet the feeling made him aware he was alive, physically, mentally, and able to appreciate the finer things life threw up at him.
Whilst this transformation was occurring before his very eyes, within his very anatomy, he was perusing the shelves of the local book-store. Not just any book-store, this book-store was a cut above in every way. The presentation was truly superb, the books were categorised in a way he’d never seen before. And the people, oh the people!
BerkelouW’s was a place he always enjoyed visiting. And now he knew for as long as she remained there, he’d never tire.
He knew not whether to feel awakened and welcomed to a brave new world he’d previously been shut out of, or whether he should feel aggrieved by having been shut out of that very same world. Had this girl awakened a sleeping spirit or had she provided a teaser to something, like a rainbow, that was just beyond his reach?
‘Brave.’ Maybe that was the word he should take from his experience, however fleeting it had been, and build on it. For if he failed to alter his understanding of his feeling, his sense of attraction, maybe it would be lost to him forever. Losing something one had just found can be as debilitating as having never found it at all.
His sense of the laws of attraction were about to be re-configured, re-defined. He had experienced an epiphanous moment of sudden realisation, strikingly definitive.
One girl, once. He had found his ‘camellia,’ blooming sweetly in the Spring.
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This is truly beautiful though I have to ask what inspired you to write this piece?
I studied literature so I over interpret everything but i always find it nicer when the author explains his thought process.
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Hi Sonia. More than happy to explain. It’s based on a real experience of mine, even though it’s written in the third person. I wrote it immediately after the event, so it reads as I felt at the time. I was attracted to her immediately. The piece I wrote explains how I knew, discreetly I hope. She was helping a lady find something and I’m sure she had no idea I was there. Has that ever happened to you? It truly made my heart beat faster.
Quite interesting! I very much felt like I was there. I could picture the events very clearly and feel the emotions as well. Thank you for taking the time to explain. As I mentioned above, it’s always nicer when the author explains the thought process.
Haha funnily enough, this happened to me when I met my husband! It was quite the melting pot of feelings.