You know that feeling when the one person you have had a
crush on your whole, never seem to notice your presence
even when if the both of you were trapped in an island?
When the winks, the long stares and cackles smiles don’t
seem to yield any fruit and you resort to fate.
Jude wasn’t the ‘perfect magazine boy’; clean shaved, well
chiselled chest and an eyes that sends intrusive rays capable
of breaking any defence. He was none of that, yet he had this
spell that blew all stereotypes of my ‘kind of man’. I didn’t
wait on the island cloaked in the sheer yearning for his
attention. As he set his boat sailing, conquering new
boundaries, I did same too. I had let the hot fumes of my
affinity towards him fizzle out and that’s when mother nature
propelled him towards my direction.
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