Xavier

I'm not much of a party animal, yet, something last night made me alot more sporting than I usually am. Waiting anxiously for the party to commence, I scanned everyone who walked through the front door. Half an hour passed by and the room filled up with strangers who'd come just for free drinks and small talk. I went out onto the verandah and gazed up at the stars, sighing for no apparent reason and feeling disappointed about something I couldn't understand. Forcing myself back to reality from daydreams that get me nowhere, I sat down to read my horoscope and make sense of the commotion in my mind. Then He arrived. Seeing him enter, an involuntary smile lit my entire face the way it does when I encounter someone special and I dropped everything in my grasp. He sees pleasure written in my features and teases me a little, hoping to provoke an explanation for that unexpected response. At that instant, my mind travels back a few weeks in time as I see him recreate magic on a stage to elicit louder applause from a satisfied audience. Time, being like a huge void which sucks out everything in existence, save for for the two of us facing each other...him on the grand podium enacting the role of someone so unlike himself... and me utterly enchanted by his every theatrical movement. I could recall how that handshake had felt during our brief introduction...how our fingers had made contact like pebbles rubbing together to create a friction that could light up the whole sky, in flames which could never be extinguished. He may just be another stranger...or more?