Ideal.

I waited for him at the subway station where we agreed to meet prior. I was excited, elated, nervous all in one sparkling of emotions.

It was him we are talking about. The one who stole my heart just by being himself.

I stole few glances at the book put beside me by a stranger. What an eloquent description and words string together in such a beauty. If it wasn’t  of the cold wether and i was trembling, i would have asked the tile of the book or the author.

A tap on my shoulder surprised me. I let out a soft shriek. And there he was, with his blue glasses, uncomb hair and a goofy smile. He whispered hello and i replied a long hi, at my best effort to conceal my emotion from the surface.