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You could say I haven't really thought this through. Rain was pouring down like it hasn't in a long time and I started to feel a little cold standing out there on the porch like a Christmas present. Silently waiting to be taken into the house and to be unwrapped. Actually I did not only feel like a present, I would also describe myself as a present. Just one you can't see and are very unlikely to unwrap. This certainly must sound way too abstract for you right now. Let me start from the beginning.
It all started with my obsession. You see I am obsessed with beautiful creatures. By creatures I mean human beings of a certain kind. The certain kind is beautiful, but not a beauty to only look at but as a complexity of different things combined together. Those combinations do tend to turn eyes, don't get me wrong on this -- only do they also turn eyes of those who are looking for the deeper beauty. There are no two beauties that equal one another. Each has a shining individuality, which you can easily detect by looking through your heart.
Looking through your heart, yes. Indeed this must be odd to read. But I can assure you looking through your heart is nothing you need to learn. It is a part of you, just in the need of being uncovered from all the dust and dirt that lead you to forget about it. You might start by realising the beauty around yourself. If there is none just take a closer look -- where there is shadow, light must be somewhere. But I am getting off topic.
It might be easier to just describe what led me to wait for more than an hour at that time. Being patient is not one of my strengths to be honest. Remembering though how I first saw her did give me enough reason to keep waiting. Her looks did not impress me that much to be honest. She is beautiful, with long toned legs, auburn hair and an all in all very slim sportive figure. You could definitely not describe her as a blond bombshell Barbie and as I see it - this would not do her justice.
Her bright face seemed to always keep this little smirk on it underlining the obvious for everyone -- her extreme sex appeal. She seemed to move like a cat whenever she put one leg in front of the other. She made it look like she would have her body under her full control. The body language she used signalled tigress in the sheets without being too obnoxious about it. There was no unorthodox move, no hesitation in the way she interacted with those around her who seemed to be strangers to her anyways.
The attention of the rumbling in the street was all hers. You could see she noticed this but it seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary for her. More like a natural state where she felt comfortable. But as I said, not her looks kept me from following my path. When I heard her voice my heart stopped for a brief moment. Her voice had awakened something in me, some deep down lost sign of a former soul that called for me. I don't know how or why, all I know is I felt emotions getting loose inside of me - I did not even know existed.
I knew I was fallen. Realising my mental state right there I actually thought about just heading to her and telling her. Knowing full well that this would freak her out completely I blew it the moment I thought about it. I can't blame her to be honest. Being told to be the lost soulmate someone was looking for the last decades might be difficult to process. Having a person telling you this without you being able to see the body attached to the voice might be the tick too much.
Sorry folks, I sometimes forget to tell, I am invisible. Wow, how dramatic - people don't see me guys it is nothing too special. Well might be special but certainly it is not that bad anyhow. I still can see everyone and feel and behave just like every other person. It does seem though that I am sometimes more sensitive to the core of a person rather than to their shell. In other words, I tend to not give importance on the outer appearance of someone. Differences might also be that I can wank in the underground without getting arrested. Plus being naked all the time wherever you go is in a way pretty entertaining. However, you feel my presence if you concentrate on it like you would feel someone when you are blindfolded. So yeah, people tend to get quite uncomfy when I wank next to their face what however does not keep me from doing so.
As you can imagine I put my first idea of just telling her my feelings into the basket. Another idea came up in my mind leading us right back to the beginning.
