it was never meant to be just the two of us
he was holding his cigarette the way you do: tucked safely between the thumb, the middle and index fingers. as if scared that a strong wind might blow it away from you; or some stranger from out of nowhere might snatch it from you. i guess you were like that on everything that you thought you owned. you wanted them secured, fastened close to you. i used to wonder what made you behave that way. so insecure, so afraid that someone you love might leave you or be taken away from you. it took me years to understand it. to understand you. but i am digressing. let me go back to my story. &&&&& he was a stranger. a nameless guy with movie star looks. i don't know why i have always been drawn to guys that reminded me of you -- smooth, cappuccino skin perfectly baked under the sun, neatly combed short but thick black hair, sad dark brown eyes, long, lean limbs, a confident but elusive smile, and soft, dreamy voice....