Of feet and a beautiful smile @ 20 years old - June

I was at her place. Her parents for some reason liked me and after a night of great and proper celebration, I ended up staying there.

We were in the kitchen. It was late.

I was sitting on the floor looking at you and you didn't know how much I liked you. Or at least I thought you didn't.

You were on your bare feet, beautiful dress that stopped just above your knees. I was mesmerized. It wasn't sexual, it probably wasn't physical at all. It was your "aura". Your beauty that came from within and that was unstoppable. Your naive-self that seemed to take over everyone's worlds. At least it did for me.

At that moment of absolute closeness and almost bliss, I knew you were the one I would never seduce and inside I cried. Months followed of stupid games that weren't games, but just figments of my imagination.

Because of you, I became my "fake me". I became someone else. I lost myself to you and never found myself again.

My "fake me", well... he's been successful at seducing, meeting tons of people, advancing through his professional life...

And that's about it.

Or is it?