There he was, sitting at the table alone. Quiet as a calm breeze, still as a rock, with as much life as a black and white picture in a golden fame. As I was sitting across the room, I was drawn to him by his beauty and strong presence. As my eyes gazed at him with interest, I could feel a magnetic force pulling me closer to him. This man, I wanted to get to know. But this force of gravity is what keeps me here in my place. Where I can only stare from a far, forever wanting.
