Emotionally attached we caught eyes by the elevator but our moment disappeared when his friend came into view. We have no idea where this is going so we just continue smiling like lovers do. Entrapped by his charm I feel open to his innocence yet I won’t move forward. There is something nice and different about us which makes others turn their head. Explanation is not necessary and words form into silence as we admire each other. There is no chance but a real chance that this is my own manifestation. How is it to dream of something grand yet it’s too expensive to taste? Shall it be in another form presented to me again, I will welcome its destiny no matter the form it shapes.