Guess who?
I had a dream.
He was amazing and the first time we got formally introduced to each other was through a performance night. We exchanged names, he gave me something and that was it. He danced. I watched. He was very talented. I was impressed. We left and went our separate ways. Different ride. Different location. Different situations.
I would see him around and maybe he was courting me and/or stalking me whenever i went out - but it felt good. Surprisingly, he would find a way to see me and continue to give me small, new presents whenever we would bump into each other. Whenever we would talk, he kept me on my toes and he seemed to always want to impress me with his words. He was a gentleman. He didn’t try any moves on me, even if he wanted to. There was something familiar about him that made me want him to court me. He was exciting, persistant and made me feel like no other person was important but me. It was real and he desired me as much as i desired him. Pangs of love or lust. Whatever it was, it left me wanting more..
He wasn’t my boyfriend.
He was from SKB.
