That Feeling...

It's been awhile since I saw him..I miss his croaky voice..his alluring eyes that captivated me since the day that I first saw him..I met him in my workplace. I still remember that day when he entered the room. I didn't expect I will find myself smiling for no reason. He has this honest laugh that affects me and fills the room with his infectious bellow..it still haunts me. I glanced at him and I saw a man—a real man who's full of positivity and charm. I almost screamed when we finished the interview and when he left the room. I focused back on my computer and my world filled with darkness and sorrow again. Yes I know he can't be my prince because I will never be a princess. I will never have a happy ending like my sisters had. I accepted it the moment he walked outside that room without complimenting me with any word that may describe a girl like me for awhile. As I was busy typing on my computer, I heard a foot steps towards me and then I saw him, there he was. Smiling— talking to me like we've been friends for years, as if he knew me from the past. And then he delightfully handed me a small piece of paper..with his phone number. I did not expect it to happen..I was almost teary eyed. Because I know it is the beginning of our friendship. He thanked me and I was speechless..totally shocked..He then walked out that room again and bid good bye. And so I kept the crumpled small paper on top of my desk and stopped myself from doing anything pathetic that might affect my work. I pretended nothing had happened. Because I know that not all people will understand if I befriended him. I don't know how many hours passed by. I walked in front of him seemingly pretending that I did not interviewed him and did not meet him that day. But then he caught my attention, he smiled at me and told me that he's waiting for me to at least give him a second and try to miscall him. So I did. In fact, I could not really focus on my work because of him. I couldn't rid him off my mind either. I think I like him..or maybe I am in love with him that moment. That feeling— I supposed not to feel it. But it is infecting my system. A poisonous indescribable feeling I never thought I would feel—to a guy with different nationality.