FRANKENSTEIN

I knew a man for 5 days. He struck every nerve in my body; even hit a few I never knew existed. He tested me to the limit. His presence was both uncomfortable and exhilarating. We shared many things in common, yet we were both so different. I pretended that he did not affect me and I acted indifferent. I tried to put on my poker face but my batting eyelashes may have given my feelings away. It was a love-hate relationship. I thought I was relieved that he was gone, but his presence lingers in my memory and I can't stop thinking about him. I know it is so wrong, but I would love to meet up with him, just the two of us, alone, to share a bottle of wine and continue share our truths, and perhaps a little more (blush).

This is a fleeting fantasy and I know that I am playing with fire.


Is he thinking about me too?!