His eyes, I must avoid.
I know the power of a beautiful man.
But what about the power of woman?
I purposely make him stop in his tracks, and pretend to not be able to tell.
How many times will I make him smile when we cross paths to our domiciles?
Surely, something so lovely could never be mine.
Why do we greet with automatic smiles?
Short conversations filled with nerves.
Shy waves to one another from across the sidewalks.
Everything does not have to be so serious and complicated.
Sometimes beauty can just be a breath of fresh air during a bout with heartbreak.