him.

that broad but not so broad shoulders.

that short black hair. 

that folded long-sleeve black shirt. 

that black-framed specs.

i don’t know since when my eyes started to realize his existence. perhaps just today, yesterday, or the day before yesterday.

my eyes always wander around, observe here and there, until they stop there. at the corner where he stands. just like that.

even until i will undoubtedly believe that he has invisible magnets within him.

he holds a book with dark cover.

---

the train is about to arrive. 

i shift my eyes to the direction from where it’s coming.

a smell of cedar wood suddenly creeps into my nose. 

i glance around only to find him standing behind me.

then i hop on the car. he hops after. standing in my right side.

i can smell him as clear as today’s sky. i feel intoxicated. no guy ever smells this good before.

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe. i can read the book’s title now that it’s within my eyesight.

---

“hmm, sorry? you got some tissues left on your forehead.” he suddenly speaks, touching his own forehead.

i stammer at those sudden words, mirroring his action in reflex. “ah? thanks.”

he nods, smiling. a smile so soft that could make every heart flutters.

---

i don’t fall for someone easily.

but when i do, i fall hard.

with no caution and question.