smitten...

i'm just simply smitten...by you...i mean your photo...how is it even possible? i haven't met you yet...i know we've been exchanging thoughts for over a year now...on and off...you were quite clear that you are not into anything serious...i didn't think you were my type...

you were vivid on your criteria...you said "speak proper english, turn me on"... i thought you were too young, and still very idealistic...still had high expectations. but in reality, you already impressed me. at 22, and you already knew what you wanted...at least in people you'd like to deal with, that is. i took a chance...coz i knew i can speak proper if not superb english...alright, i spoke fairly well then...and you were kind...i only asked because i thought no one here actually did speak proper english, and so how can a local be asking for something that was endemically lacking? i was wrong. you had it in you. and it was only right to ask what one thinks is due.

time passed...i changed profile several times. forgot several people, even those that were intimate for awhile...you were only another profile in cyberspace who happen to be impressive with your vocab and grammar...and photos in sepia and black and white...photos that don't reveal much except for a well contoured jawline...yet you have always been there, in the corner of mind, when everything else is dull and uninteresting, i'd type your name...and pop a stupid question...and sometimes you'd reply...and we go on...

we continue trading stories...i learned from you about your planned trip to India...i said be safe and i'll probably meet you on Christmas when Santa delivers you over as my gift...you were there for over a month, and you were hardly online, which wasn't a bother, since it didnt make any difference at all...

then everything was dull and uninteresting again recently...so your name was typed again...and stupid questions came a flying...and as fate would have it, you respond...with a little bit more interest this time...or so i think...you say you still have a hangover for a fling you met in the subcontinent. maybe that's what happened...maybe you fell in love...and it somehow made you age a little...it's all good for me though...coz with it came a renewed enthusiasm about life...and chances...

you opened up...and said you were actually going to consider...i told you how amazing it would be...and you asked for a photo...good thing i've been through a number of failed attempts that another one wouldn't hurt...off the photo went,with a request for yours too...and you obliged. God it was gorgeous...piercing round eyes...thin lips...you made my heart skip a beat...i still find myself staring at it from time to time...

yes...i am smitten...and i don't even know your name.