"I look at him and he looks back at me with his beautiful eyes,

smiles, and it pathetically makes my day."

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Last night, I was not myself. I was starving for words when he's around. I'm looking down the floor, self-conscious and aware of the surrounding. Everything was heightened. It was scary and marvelous at the same time. Knots started forming in my stomach every time I look at him and butterflies took over every time I caught him looking back.

I was on a bliss because for that one night, he had me smiling in ways I don't smile with friends. He had me searching for words, looking for them like they're endangered. I can feel my eyes twinkling, sparkling like they haven't done so in such a long time. I feel like dancing, singing and jumping in mid air. It was a complete rush and I was on high.

I'm addicted -- not to him but the feeling of complete utter bliss. 

It was a dance. I move, he moves. He jokes, I laugh. He's wound up and I'm carefree. We're two different people, dancing to a music in different beats but the dance worked without the help of the dance floor. It was just us -- dancing in two different beats but with the same music.

He makes me give out a huge sigh. I cannot contain what happen and I have to constantly take it in and breathe it out again. It was too much to comprehend. It was a beautiful thing -- the stares, the looking away, the simple gestures and the gentleness of it all. 

What started last night ended last night. I'm writing about a stranger I barely knew. I'm writing about a stranger who knocked me off my feet. I'm writing about him without even knowing if I'll be meeting him again.