I saw him again today.
He looked so good in his suit. He probably wears it for his work. I’ve never seen where he works. Somewhere important, I’m sure. He probably has a lot of responsibilities; I’m sure he does.
He certainly looks after his hair. Every time I see him, he looks as though he’s just come from the barber’s.
He always seems so relaxed.
I’ve watched him walking through the shopping mall, from one end to the other. I was up on the gallery floor, looking down. I must have been there for ages just staring down. I love the way he walks.
I saw him talking to somebody once. It was in the street and he stood chatting to this other man. It looked as though he knew him. I watched his face, his expressions, the easy movements of his hands and his arms as he talked. He would be lovely to talk to.
And his smile! The first time I saw him smile my heart fluttered. Sounds corny I know, but it did.
Of course, it seems so silly that I’m making all this up.
But I’ll recognise him when I see him.