I still remember the day when I saw that guy…
I remember, I saw his brown eyes in the first place
Not exactly brown, it seemed like the color of honey
I liked those eyes.
I remember, his complexion was fair
Not so much, but just like medium to fair complexion
I wanted to touch his skin.
I remember, I keenly observed his lips
Those had a pinkish color, seemed he hasn’t ever smoked yet
I really wanted to kiss those lips.
I remember, I saw a little mole on his neck
It was a light brown mole on his fair skin
I wanted to place a kiss on that mole.
I remember, when he asked me my name
I heard his voice
His voice felt like a music I always wanted to hear
I wanted him to talk with me, always.
I remember, I saw everything perfect in him
I remember, I also saw some imperfections in him too
Like, his short height, like, his dark circles, like, some other stuffs which others call imperfect
I loved those imperfections
I wonder If he had ever observed me like this.
If he had ever seen my eyes staring at him.
If he had ever seen a smile at the corner of my lip whenever he’s in front of me.
If he had ever seen the redness on my cheeks whenever he called my name.
If he had ever seen my little perfections.
If he had ever seen my huge imperfections.
Still if he had ever liked my flaws.
I wonder, if he had ever loved me
With all my perfections and imperfections
Like I did…