she saw him down the street, corner right, slouched against the russet bricked wall, with a cigarette perched between his lips
he was breathtakingly beautiful and everything about him made her feel shivers down her spine
she watched, catching her breath, enthralled as he breathed out rings of smoke from where his lips parted to form an abyss which seemed to be inviting her closer and closer and closer
he had
mysterious grey eyes that turned her to stone when they flitted across her body, making her feel strangely and suddenly insecure
she felt like shrinking
sinking
disappearing altogether
under his gaze
because
all of a sudden, she felt like no more than one of the infinite particles of dust in the universe
so insignificant
so small
so meaningless
while he,
he was more than any combination of words strung together by any of the 26 letters in the alphabet
he was more beautiful than any sunrise at 7 in the morning
more comforting than the never ending blanket of stars in the night sky
and his touch
as soothing as the waves as they hold and caress you, swaying you left, right, left, right,
whispering, "you'll be safe"
the universe is an infinite sphere (him),
the centre of which is everywhere (her senses/ thoughts/ feelings when with him),
the circumference nowhere (her when he's gone)
